Up until last Friday, I didn’t think that our yorkie, Mercy, had been affected by my pregnancy.
I had a doctor appointment scheduled for 9:40 am and I was buzzing around the house, trying to get ready. Mercy was in our bedroom and I haven’t liked her to be in there unattended lately as she has had a few piddling incidents in there. So, I called her to come out.
“Who wants treats?”
A little wimper. Silence. Another wimper.
I waddled my way into the room and didn’t see her. I dropped to the floor and see her under the bed, lying down.
“C’mon out! What are you doing under there?” I asked. I was on the left side of the bed and tried to reach her with my right arm. The preggo belly got in the way and I couldn’t reach. I dropped my face to the ground and saw in the darkness that the split ring on her collar, the one that holds the id and rabies tags, was stuck on a loop of the berber carpet.
I tried again to reach her but was unable to free her, as I couldn’t get under the bed. I switched to lying on my left side, and reaching with my left arm, which gave me another two inches. I still couldn’t free the split ring from the carpet. I tried to take the collar off, but Mercy was pulling up on her collar so much that I was not able to get it off.
I didn’t know what to do! I couldn’t move the bed, it’s not a movable type of bed. I couldn’t get UNDER the bed, it’s only like 6 inches clearance. I couldn’t lie on my stomach and use both hands to free her because of my enormous 39 and a half weeks pregnant belly. I was starting to panic. I couldn’t get her out because I was pregnant!
Who was I going to call? My husband was at work, 30 minutes away. The fire department? The police? My mother?
I could just see the story on the news….
I tried one more time, sternly telling Mercy to lie down and relax. As she reluctantly followed my instruction, I was miraculously able to wriggle the ring just the right way and free her.
Horray! Treats for everyone!
I was really torn about having her collar on while she’s in the house. What if it gets stuck on something else? But if I didn’t have it on her, and she got out, nobody would know who she was. And when this puppy gets out, she takes off for the closest squirrel hang out.
I got my answer on Sunday- I found a dog early that morning in our front yard, clearly lost, wet and cold with a tagless collar on. Poor little guy. I did a quick temperment check and he did great, so I brought him inside and quarantined him in our laundry room (much to the disbelief of my half-asleep husband). But he had no identification for me to call his owners! I had him brought to the local animal shelter and he is waiting to be found.
So my little Mercy will be wearing her collar at all times. I’m just getting a different split ring.