Our Frenchie is losing his tail

Something as simple as a tail can be so complicated. Carl, our five month old French bull dog has to go in for surgery today to have his tail cut off. If you looked at him, you would say, “What tail?” He only has a little flap compared to Bee’s tail. Her little stub can be seen moving up and down when she is excited or on alert. But not Carl’s. His stays in place. That’s the problem. When he goes out and does his business, his little flap gets in the way. So after months of staying still, an infection has set in and we have problems.

Carl is a fawn color with a narrow head for a Frenchie. He has deep brown eyes and a white marking on his forehead. He loves to do the Carl dance which is a little shuffle when he wants to jump but has been told to sit. He loves Bee, our older Frenchie. She is a black and white dog with a narrow tummy. She is calm and tolerates Carl when he is playing with her when all she wants to do is sleep.

Today, I take Carl to the surgical center where a board surgeon will do the surgery. Apparently, the tail has a lot of nerves that can be very tricky when you take a tail off. I didn’t realize until just recently that Frenchies are born with the stub or no tail. Some people think they are cut but they are not.

Carl is now sleeping in his bed, oblivious to the fact that his world is getting ready to change. Bee on the other hand, is sitting beside me getting ready for the life she knew before Carl. Sleeping in our bed… Once Carl came into our home, Bee has sacrificed the dream sleeping arrangements to sleeping in the crate out in the garage with Carl.

As mentioned in an earlier post, Carl howls. Not just for a couple of minutes of ear piercing moments but for up to an hour. So they had to be banished to the garage until Carl grows out of it. They don’t seem to mind. Once the blankets our pulled over the metal bars, it can appear to be the same as inside. Jay makes sure the heater is on and they are nice and comfy.

Later today, I will pack Carl and a three day supply of food and take him to the doggy hospital. Please pray for our little guy and I will keep you informed of his progress.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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