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Case Studies: Successful Rehabilitation with Hind Leg Braces in Dogs

Successful Rehabilitation with Hind Leg Braces in Dogs

Hind leg injuries or conditions in dogs can greatly impact their mobility, comfort, and quality of life. Dog hind leg braces are valuable orthopedic devices that have shown promising results in the rehabilitation of dogs with hind leg issues. In this article, we present case studies that highlight successful rehabilitation outcomes achieved through the use of hind leg braces. These cases demonstrate the effectiveness of braces in improving mobility, aiding in recovery, and enhancing the overall well-being of dogs.

Case Study 1: Cranial Cruciate Ligament (CCL) Injury

Dog: Bailey, a 7-year-old Labrador Retriever

Condition: Bailey suffered a partial tear in the cranial cruciate ligament of her left hind leg, resulting in lameness and difficulty walking.

Treatment Approach:

Bailey’s veterinarian recommended a combination of physical therapy and the use of a dog hind leg brace to support the injured limb. The leg brace provided stability to the knee joint and prevented excessive movement during rehabilitation exercises.

Rehabilitation Outcome:

By utilizing the dog hind leg brace in conjunction with physical therapy, Bailey’s recovery progressed steadily. The brace provided support to the injured ligament, reducing strain and promoting healing. Over time, Bailey regained strength, stability, and mobility in her hind leg. She was able to walk, run, and engage in regular activities without experiencing lameness or discomfort.

Case Study 2: Degenerative Joint Disease (DJD)

Dog: Max, a 10-year-old Golden Retriever

Condition: Max was diagnosed with degenerative joint disease in both hind legs, resulting in stiffness, pain, and difficulty getting up and down.

Treatment Approach:

Max’s veterinarian prescribed a course of physical therapy and recommended the use of hind leg braces to alleviate pain, provide support, and improve mobility. The braces were custom-fitted to Max’s hind legs to ensure proper alignment and fit.

Rehabilitation Outcome:

With the aid of hind leg braces, Max’s rehabilitation progress was remarkable. The braces provided stability and support to his arthritic joints, reducing pain and allowing for controlled movement during therapy exercises. Max experienced improved range of motion, increased comfort, and enhanced mobility. He was able to resume his favorite activities, such as walking and playing fetch, with reduced stiffness and pain.

Case Study 3: Post-Surgical Rehabilitation

Dog: Luna, a 4-year-old Border Collie

Condition: Luna underwent surgery for a ruptured Achilles tendon in her right hind leg, requiring post-operative rehabilitation.

Treatment Approach:

Luna’s veterinarian prescribed a comprehensive rehabilitation plan that included physical therapy exercises and the use of a dog hind leg brace. The brace provided support to the healing surgical site, limited excessive movement, and protected the tendon during the recovery phase.

Rehabilitation Outcome:

Through diligent adherence to the rehabilitation plan, coupled with the use of the hind leg brace, Luna made significant strides in her recovery. The brace provided stability, allowing Luna to engage in controlled movements that promoted tendon healing and strengthened the surrounding muscles. Over time, Luna regained full functionality in her hind leg, allowing her to return to her active lifestyle.

Conclusion

The presented case studies demonstrate the successful rehabilitation outcomes achieved through the use of hind leg braces in dogs. These orthopedic devices provide crucial support, stability, and pain relief, aiding in the recovery from hind leg injuries, degenerative conditions, and post-surgical rehabilitation. By incorporating dog hind leg braces into a comprehensive treatment plan that includes physical therapy, dogs can experience improved mobility, enhanced comfort, and an overall better quality of life. It is important to consult with a veterinarian or a certified canine orthotist to determine the appropriate hind leg brace for each dog’s specific needs.

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof yall.

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You’re out in the woods one day, taking photos and going for a little hike. Stupid mental health walk or something; whatever, it’s a nice day and you’ve gotten some good shots. You’re just about to turn back when a huge brown and black wolf lopes out from a nearby thicket.

There aren’t any wolves in England though! Hunted to extinction - it’s why you feel safe bebopping around the forest alone in the daylight. So you see this big fuck-off sized “dog” and coo at the pretty puppy.

“Hello handsome boy, aren’t you just gorgeous! Will you come say hi?”

You do all the right things that you’re supposed to do with an unfamiliar dog but he just barges right through. Trots up to you, nose shoved into your crotch. You startle, bark a laugh, shove at his big stupid head.

“A little forward,” you tease, scratching under his chin, “but it’s better than biting.”

You feel all around his neck for a collar, but no luck. He must be someone’s though, huge blue eyes too intelligent and focused on your words. And his coat is so well maintained, glossy and shedded.

“Do you know how to… sit?”

An adorable head tilt, and the big dog settles onto his hind quarters.

“What a good boy!” you croon. “So smart!”

He licks at your palm and wrist as you scratch at him, huge tail thumping. A canine grin, tongue lolling out as he waits for your next command.

You hum.

“Well, guess we can check if you’re microchipped, huh? Or at least I can get you some water. See if someone recognizes you…”

You make a kissy noise at him. “Let’s go, big boy. Come.”

And to your delight, he falls into step with you. He weaves along the path ahead and behind, but always loops back to you, brushing against your thigh as if to reassure you he’s still there.

You hum as you walk, giggling when you see his ears twitch and swivel towards you. Tease that he should do better if he doesn’t like your version of Jolene.

You only cross paths with two other people on the walk, a pair of guys clearly out for a more serious hike. The dog plants himself between you and them, ears pinning back and a low growl erupting from his chest. You startle a bit, carefully burying your fingers around his scruff in case you need to grab him quickly.

“I’m guessing he doesn’t belong to either of you, then?” you ask.

One of the guys shakes his head. The other gives you an odd look. “He’s not yours?”

The dog barks, loud and rough. You shush him, explain the situation to the hikers. But the dog never stops rumbling and they quickly go on their way, keeping a wide berth.

You huff. “Don’t like men, huh?”

Poor thing. Maybe he was abandoned by a mean owner?

“S’alright, bud, I’ll be good to you.”

He follows you all the way back to your home. And when you open the door, shoulders right past you.

“Ah, shit,” you groan. “You weren’t supposed to come in!”

He gives you an almost betrayed look. You try not to huff in amusement.

“So help me, if you bring nasty things in this house I will shave you. Shave you. You’ll look so silly. Like an overgrown raw turkey.”

The dog turns, trots back to you. You didn’t realize just how big he is until he’s got his big paws on your shoulders. You blink, have to take a step back to brace against the weight of him. In his hind legs he’s taller than you. Really could pass for a pure bred wolf.

A big, rough tongue licks from your jaw to your forehead. You scrunch up your face but end up laying a kiss on his muzzle in return.

“Alright, you big nasty. Down you get.”

You shut and lock the door behind you, brushing leaves and dirt off.

“Okay, shower first,” you say aloud, already tugging off your clothes. “Then we’ll run into town, see if we can track down your family.”

You don’t mind the dog staring, unblinking, as you strip down right there, balling things up to avoid tracking a mess through the house. Nor do you mind him following you to the bathroom, though you do push at his snout when he licks the back of your knee. Just normal dog things, really. They don’t get people stuff like clothes or boundaries.

“Stay out of trouble, bud. I’ll be right out.”

As you wash up, you consider the merits of adopting. Only if you can’t find the dog’s actual family, that is. It’s lonely in your little house sometimes - and a bit spooky at night. A big, protective dog might be just the thing.

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Could I request Minty mlp with maybe leg supports? Like the braces ^^

Hope you enjoy, anon!! (I based the supports on hind leg braces used for dogs) -- mod charm <3

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Charred Legacy: Chapter Twenty-One

(AO3 counterpart here.)

The journey back was blissfully uneventful. The apprentices bounced as they walked, and even Dustpelt had a spring in his step. Fireheart’s tail curled and uncurled over and over, his thoughts jumping around from finally tasting mole again, to wondering if Rosy had seen the fire and was worried, to sleeping in a compact bush instead of a spacious Barn. He and Dustpelt didn’t talk much, both absorbed in their fancies and excitement.

By the time they made it to the hedge, the sky past the moor was turning golden and red, the stars fleeing westward. Fireheart thought he could see more clouds in the distance from here, but the hedge quickly poked up and blocked his view of the horizon. Either way, it was at least warming up a little.

Dustpelt announced their arrival with a call not unlike the one leaders used to start a Gathering. The Clan promptly swarmed out to greet them, failing to hide their eagerness for good news. A few must have read the scouting party’s faces, because their own expressions lit up and they started kneading the ground.

“Good to see you all safe,” Speckletail said, touching noses with her son. “You look happy.”

“We’ve got a good reason to be,” Dustpelt replied.

The deputy turned and crooked her tail, beckoning them to follow her. They obeyed, as did the rest of the Clan, crowding in close behind Swiftpaw at the back. Everyone got up from wherever they were reclining and moved to sit around the haybale where Speckletail had Bluestar sitting already and soon jumped up with her.

Speckletail was the one to start the meeting. “Dustpelt, a full report.”

Dustpelt lifted his chin and spoke loudly and clearly. “We found two very important things. The first is that one of the dogs’ corpses was found in the burned part of the forest, trapped under a fallen branch. Other than that, there’s no sign of them.” Surprised mutters and some sighs of relief spread through the Clan. “The second is that camp was completely untouched by the fire. Everything is exactly how we left it.”

This got cheers and trills, everyone looking at each other jubilantly and the youngest cats shouting in joy. Speckletail herself was clearly resisting the urge to cheer herself, simply purring hard and looking down at her son with pride.

“Bless the Three, and bless our ancestors,” Yellowfang rasped to Fireheart’s right. Cinderpaw nodded in agreement, her tail bouncing around.

“That’s excellent news,” Speckletail said, eyes nearly shut with joy. “I wouldn’t have anticipated camp being there still.”

“Then…” Bluestar jerked her head up, her voice unsteady. “Then we will go home. ThunderClan returns to the forest at once.”

The happy aura of the Barn immediately cooled into uncertainty and awkwardness. 

Without thinking, Fireheart moved past Dustpelt up to the haybale. He stood on his hind legs with his front paws braced against the packed hay. Bluestar blinked down at him with foggy eyes, only moving when Fireheart gestured for her to lean down so he could speak in her ear.

“It’s nearly daylight,” he whispered to her. “Everyone’s about to sleep. I think we should leave tomorrow evening, don’t you? Then we’re all rested and can have one final breakfast here.”

Speckletail, leaned in too, nodded, adding in another whisper, “The Clan won’t want to go right now. We don’t need to cause trouble with disagreements.”

Blinking a few more times, Bluestar slowly sat up straight, unfocused as her eyes roamed over the Barn, hardly regarding her Clanmates.

“Very well,” she said. “ThunderClan will rest here for the morning. In the evening, we’ll eat one more time and then go home.”

The air didn’t exactly lose its tension, but it did ease a little. The Clan nodded and spoke agreements, but the glances and whispers between each other were impossible to miss.

Please, Fireheart thought at them. Please, just obey her for now. I know she’s off, but…

“That reminds me,” Speckletail said, a little loudly and forcefully. She spoke to Fireheart and Dustpelt as the former backed up to where his fellow scout was standing. “How did Swiftpaw do?”

“Wonderfully!” Fireheart said, perking up. “He kept a close eye on Brightpaw and Thornpaw, and he helped entertain them on the walk besides.”

Dustpelt nodded. “Never once did his focus stray. I believe he’s passed his assessment.”

A shift of dirt and hay behind Fireheart. Turning just enough to see through the corner of his eye, he purred at the wide, sparkling eyes of Swiftpaw and how he stood as straight and tall as he could without falling over. Willowpelt, standing beside him, gave him a warm, motherly look.

Speckletail turned her head this way and that, until she caught sight of Lizardtail. “And would you say he’s completed his training?”

“More than completed,” Lizardtail confirmed. “He can get his name any time.”

“Can I get it now?!” Swiftpaw burst out. He tucked his ears back sheepishly at the ripple of amusement that spread through the crowd.

Speckletail tilted her head. “You don’t want to wait until we get home?”

“I could, but—” Swiftpaw glanced at Lizardtail, who gave him an approving nod. “I want to greet the forest again as a warrior.”

“Plus, he’ll be the only cat in this Clan who got his name at the Barn,” Cinderpaw piped up. “That’s pretty unique, no matter what his suffix will be. I’d do it too, if I were him.”

Attention was on Speckletail again. She looked upward to the ceiling, considering, then turned and whispered something to Bluestar. Bluestar nodded slowly and stood up.

“We’ll name you now, before we sleep,” she said.

Swiftpaw barely muted a shout of happiness. Fireheart and Dustpelt cleared out of his way, the Clan adjusting their positions to make room for him to stand before the haybale. Speckletail did not move from where she was on it. She whispered something again to Bluestar. The haggard leader shook her head viciously, blinked hard, and nodded to Speckletail.

“I…” Bluestar inched forward on the bale until she was at its edge. “I call upon StarClan to watch over this cat and bless him with strength…” She paused, and Speckletail whispered. “…and a long, healthy life as a warrior.” Her eyes threatened to cloud over, and she shook her head again, scaring away the mist for just a moment. “Swiftpaw, do you promise to uphold our Code and defend your Clan, no matter the cost?”

Swiftpaw’s energy was barely restrained as he nodded. “I do.”

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name.” Bluestar glanced at her deputy, who mouthed a word, then turned back to Swiftpaw. “From– from this night forward, you will be known as Swifttail. ThunderClan honors your… your earnestness and care, and we welcome you as a full warrior of the Clans.” She looked to his former mentor. “Lizardtail, we thank you for teaching him in our ways.”

 Lizardtail walked from his place on the edge of the crowd and came face-to-face with the new warrior. The pair bowed their heads to each other and Lizardtail, with a tail-tap on his former apprentice’s shoulder, returned to the crowd.

Bluestar jumped down with a bit of a stumble upon landing, but caught herself quickly and went to Swifttail. She touched her nose to his head, and he licked her shoulder, just as Fireheart had at his ceremony.

“Welcome, Swifttail,” she said, voice thankfully clear, “to warrior life.”

The Barn echoed with the communal cheer of, “Swifttail! Swifttail!” Fireheart, delighted to join in, was slightly surprised that he was bursting with a pride close to if the lad had been his own apprentice.

Swifttail turned around to face his Clanmates, his fur flared out. Willowpelt and Cinderpaw were the first ones to run up and greet him, both purring loudly.

“Look at you!” Cinderpaw scrubbed at her brother’s head-fur. “You’re a climber without anything to climb!”

“Only here,” Swifttail retorted. “We live in a forest, Cinderpaw.”

She sighed dramatically. “Oh, the agony. You got your name before me. Well, you just wait a bit, and I’ll be celebrating with you.”

Swifttail tilted his head in a nod. “Honestly, it would’ve been really cool to have you get your name, too. I know you’re a seer, but, you know…”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Willowpelt chided, licking her son’s ear. “Celebrate your name tonight.”

“I am!” Swifttail protested. “It’s just a little lonely without my sister being there too.”

“Aww, that’s sweet of you.” Cinderpaw bumped her head on Swifttail’s shoulder. “I’ll get my name soon enough, and you’ll make a joke about it.”

“At least you get to do a super special secret ceremony,” Swifttail offered. “I guess that’ll make up for it.”

The rest of the Clan began to come up, one at a time, and congratulate the new warrior. Fireheart stood back and watched, waiting for the crowd to disperse. Frostfur’s litter of apprentices approached Swifttail as a unit, surrounding him on all sides to nose at his shoulder or bump heads on his sides.

Snowpaw, standing face-to-face with him, made a few signs: “sad”, “you”, “no” and “sleep” (or “nest”? They were sort of the same sign), as well as a wide gesture with his paw to his siblings.

Swifttail looked a little lost, but Brackenpaw cleared it up. “He’ll miss you in the apprentice’s den.”

“We all will,” Brightpaw agreed, then looked to her brothers. “I call his nest when we get home!”

“Wha—” Brackenpaw spluttered. “You can’t take his nest! That’s his!”

“No‘nymore,” Thornpaw reminded him, then made a face, correcting himself. “Not anymore.”

“And it’s the biggest, nicest nest, too,” Brightpaw said loftily. “You can have my nest, though.”

“Your nest sucks,” Brackenpaw grumbled.

Snowpaw, watching his siblings talk, looked up to Swifttail and chattered his teeth questioningly. Swifttail thought for a moment before signing for “nest” and gesturing to himself with a paw. Snowpaw purred loudly.

“Well…” Swifttail looked back at the arguing apprentices. “I guess I’ll see you guys in the warrior’s den, then? Hopefully it’s warmer.”

“It is,” Mousefur said, walking up. “You’ll be by the wall or entrance, but with so many of us in there right now, it gets warm fast. Just don’t take Sandstorm’s spot, or she’ll have your ears.” She leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “She’s very particular about where she sleeps.”

“I got mad ONE time!” Sandstorm said sharply as she passed the new warrior. “It’s fine! I can sleep wherever!”

Mousefur gave her a dry look.

Sandstorm sighed a light growl and looked away, muttering, “I like sleeping by the front wall, whatever.”

Mousefur snorted and continued talking to Swifttail. “Anyway, congratulations. You got an awesome name.”

Swifttail’s chest puffed out. “I think it’s pretty nice, too.”

“Just put that climbing skill to use, will you?” Teaselfoot called. “Tree-hunting’s hard for the rest of us in winter.”

Mousefur turned her dry look on her brother, but Swifttail seemed excited by the prospect. He nodded earnestly, his gaze turning distant, like he was already imagining bringing down a pigeon in its nest.

By now, the line of cats had come to an end, the apprentices parting ways, so Fireheart scooted forward and cleared his throat to get Swifttail’s attention.

“I’m glad you’ve got your name,” he said when the dark head turned his way. “It’s a wonderful one. Get ready to be able to do whatever you want now.”

“Honestly?” Swifttail purred. “That’s my favorite thing about this. Even Mira won’t be able to tell me what to do.”

“You just wait, kiddo.” Willowpelt gave him a joking squint. “I’m still your mother. That’s a power not even Bluestar has over you.”

Swifttail lowered his head a little, looking at Willowpelt meekly. “I meant, um… okay. Sorry.”

Fireheart chuffed and split, leaving Swifttail to his mother’s affectionate licks. He followed where most of the cats had gone: to the corner of the Barn, where all the nests had been built. As the Clan was getting settled, Brindleface was slowly chasing after her tom kits, who were bouncing around and crashing into each other repeatedly.

“I’m getting my name next!” Cloudkit crowed. “I’m gunna be Cloudheart!”

“Well, I’m gunna be Ashclaw!” Ashkit wriggled his hind end and bounded after his brother, tackling him. “And then Ashstar!”

“You’re going to be quiet, is what you’re going to do,” Brindleface said tiredly, intercepting the wrestling ball and pulling the boys apart. “It’s time to sleep.”

“Awww…” Ashkit pouted with a scowl. “I don’t wanna sleep.”

“You’re going to have to,��� Brindleface said, stern. “We have to wake up early tomorrow to go home.”

This got the kits’ attention. They ceased trying to get at each other again and rambled away to join their sister where she sat, watching them with serene humor. The trio bundled into a small pile of grey, white and soft ginger, Ashkit and Cloudkit still whispering to each other about their names.

Brindleface sighed, looking at Goldenflower. “Once they’re asleep, can you watch them? I’d like to go out for a moment, for dirt.” She creased her eyes a little. “And maybe to get one last look at this place. I don’t think I ever plan on coming here again.”

“You have been inside almost this entire time.” Goldenflower nodded to her. “I’ll watch them. Come sit with me, for now. It’s also our last time in these nests.”

The grey tortoiseshell yawned and went over to inspect her kits, quietly telling them to close their eyes. They did, until she went a few paces to sit with Goldenflower, at which they started whispering again. Brindleface did not appear to have it in her to correct them again; she simply laid down with her paws underneath her, like Goldenflower, and the two murmured to each other.

Fireheart, meanwhile, made his way around a few cats until he got to Greystripe and Ravenwing. They had made just enough space for him to squeeze in between them. Greystripe was already asleep, but he shifted just a little to tuck his legs closer to his body, giving Fireheart a little more room.

“It’ll be nice to be home,” Ravenwing said quietly. He yawned, showing sharp white teeth, and blinked blearily. “I’ll admit that I already miss how cozy this corner is.”

“Yeah…” Fireheart gazed at the bundled cats. “We never get to rest all together like this. It’s nice.”

Ravenwing nodded and then lowered his head onto his front paws, shutting his eyes.

Fireheart observed his Clanmates as, one by one, their eyes closed and their breathing deepened. It didn’t take long for the exhaustion to claim him, just as Brindleface got up and maneuvered silently around the cats in her way to go outside. He drifted off before he could even greet her as she passed him.

ThunderClan might miss this warmth, but no one was going to miss this togetherness more than him.

[fidgetspringer-art]

question. i cannot for the life of me to get cats to look right when i draw them. is there a secret to drawing cats

Good question! I suppose it depends on what exactly it is you're struggling with, but I can give you some of the pointers i've used myself!

Overall, when looking at cat anatomy they're built very basic, very close to dogs, but there's a few things that will help your anatomy read more feline than canine. First off is the posture. Dogs move with more energy and purpouse, driving forwards from the rear. Cats move more languidly and don't push off with their hind as much as dogs do. So when drawing cats I like to keep their posture relaxed and lower to the ground.

Cats brace a lot of their weight on their front legs. See how the tuxedo's back slopes vaguely downwards towards his head? Cats also have slightly more elongated bodies with shorter legs, and they lack that characteristic "tuck" that dogs have to their underline, with a less defined rib cage.

Head shape is another thing that's a little difficult. But if you break it down it'll make more sense. Here are the shapes I look for to act as landmarks:

From the front, the lines that form the base of the ears, and the lines of the cheek bones (which are very prominent in a lot of cats) together form a sort of diamond shape. The fur on the cheeks frame that diamond and join the rest of the face with the muzzle.

The shape of the muzzle itself also forms a smaller diamond.

Those blue lines are the first landmarks I add in once i've drawn the basic circle of the head, no matter what angle I draw it from.

I have no idea if this makes sense, but I hope this helps!

[heartz4shauna]

lowkey when i see a girl with braces i start jumping around like a dog on its hind legs

[tailwindpets]

Why a Dog Knee Brace is Your Best Bet: Supporting Your Dog's Journey to Full Mobility

When Oliver, a lively German Shepherd, suddenly pulled up mid-run at the park, his owner, Sarah, noticed he was favoring one of his hind legs. A trip to the vet confirmed a partial ACL tear. Faced with options, Sarah hesitated at the idea of costly surgery and wondered if there was another way to keep her beloved companion active and pain-free. That’s when she was introduced to the world of dog knee braces—a non-surgical approach that gave Oliver the support he needed. With a knee brace, Oliver was back to his playful self, tackling each day with his usual enthusiasm.

The Hidden Benefits of a Dog Knee Brace

Dog knee braces offer an often-overlooked solution for injuries and chronic joint issues in dogs. In fact, braces have been shown to reduce pain, improve mobility, and even prevent secondary injuries. Here’s why a dog knee brace could be the best option for supporting your dog’s health and longevity.

1. Braces Stabilize Injured or Weak Joints

The primary function of a dog knee brace is to stabilize the knee joint, especially in cases of ACL tears or other ligament injuries. ACL injuries are common in active dogs, especially larger breeds, with nearly 50% of dogs who suffer an ACL tear in one leg later injuring the other leg due to compensation (American College of Veterinary Surgeons). A brace helps reduce this risk by supporting the knee and promoting balanced movement, which takes the strain off the other leg.

2. A Non-Invasive Alternative to Surgery

Surgery is often recommended for serious knee injuries, but it can be both expensive and stressful for dogs. Recovery from surgery can take up to six months, and there’s no guarantee of full recovery. Dog knee braces offer a less invasive, cost-effective alternative for mild to moderate injuries. Research indicates that up to 70% of dogs with partial ACL tears experience improved mobility and reduced pain with a knee brace rather than surgery (Veterinary Orthopedic Society).

3. Preventing Arthritis Progression

Arthritis in dogs is common, particularly as they age. According to the American Animal Hospital Association, approximately 20% of dogs over one year of age show signs of arthritis. For senior dogs with arthritis, a knee brace provides critical support, reducing the impact on their joints and helping to maintain mobility. Braces are particularly effective in managing arthritis by stabilizing the knee joint, which helps prevent further deterioration of the joint.

4. Avoiding Muscle Atrophy and Secondary Injuries

Dogs with knee injuries often avoid using the injured leg, which can lead to muscle atrophy. This muscle loss can make it even harder for your dog to return to full mobility, even after the injury has healed. Knee braces encourage dogs to continue using their injured leg safely, maintaining muscle strength and reducing the likelihood of secondary injuries. This is crucial for their long-term mobility and health, as muscle atrophy can set back recovery significantly.

How to Choose the Right Dog Knee Brace

Selecting the right knee brace for dogs is crucial to ensure its effectiveness. Here are some tips:

Fit: The brace should be snug but not restrictive. Look for adjustable straps for a custom fit, especially if your dog is active.

Material: Opt for lightweight, breathable material to prevent irritation and allow comfortable movement.

Veterinary Advice: Always consult your vet before choosing a brace, as they can help identify the right type and fit for your dog’s specific needs.

A Long-Term Investment in Health and Happiness

Dog braces offer a valuable solution, especially for active breeds or dogs recovering from injuries. For Sarah, choosing a brace for Oliver gave her peace of mind and allowed Oliver to enjoy the same zest for life he always had. By stabilizing joints, reducing pain, and preventing further injury, a dog knee brace serves as both a preventive and supportive tool for many dogs.

The choice of a dog knee brace is more than just a temporary fix—it’s a long-term investment in your dog’s health and well-being. Whether it’s helping an injured dog get back on its paws or supporting an older dog with arthritis, braces make a tangible difference. Our pets give us endless love and companionship; giving them the support they need to stay active and happy is the least we can do.

Sources

American College of Veterinary Surgeons

Veterinary Orthopedic Society

American Animal Hospital Association

[femboywolfox]

hybrids, a fallout story. pt:1

it has been 20 years ever since the brotherhood of steel, marched across the commonwealth with their war-bot "liberty prime", vertibirds flew overhead as they fired upon the forces of the institute, the secret organization's shrouded curtain of mystery was finally pulled away revealing the monster behind, after the institutes destruction few remaining scientists banned together to continue their vile research, now focusing on more "animalistic" combat units rather than just synths...

at least that's the stories you remember hearing, as you wander through the ruins of a long forgotten town, finding pieces of scrap to salvage and a few boxes of cram in an old fridge, you found it to be mostly empty. the quiet had an unsettling atmosphere to it, but you simply shrug it off, since everywhere that wasn't a bustling settlement was unsettling and quiet. as you wander around you hear the sound of footsteps, and something scratching at the ground, you slowly turn a corner to be met with the mussel of some wolf-like deathclaw creature, you immediately freeze up, your hands shake as you put them up before slowly backing away, the beast slowly rises up onto its hind-legs as it tilts it head to your behavior. once you were a good 6-7 feet away you turn around and sprint as fast as your legs could take you, after a few seconds of running you're suddenly pushed onto the ground and pinned by a large claw, you shake in fear as you curl up bracing for the fatal blow deathclaws were given their name for. but instead you feel a light nudge against your shoulder. looking up you see the creature's tail was waving slowly, as if it was a large dog. unsure of what to do you remain still as it uses its mussel to roll you onto your back to nudge your chest and stomach. eventually it stops and walks away, either bored from the lack of a chase, or it was simply checking you for injury, the idea made you question what the hell was in your breakfast. you decide to mark the location on your map to come back later, before you make the long trek back to diamond city, after passing through the gate into the settlement you see a familiar face, "hey y/n" a young woman in a red trench coat waves over to you. "hey piper, hows it been?", piper shrugs "about as good as it can be", you nod in agreement. "piper i saw something today, and i rlly need to talk to nate" piper shoots you a look, "y/n you know nate has alot to worry about, he has the minute men to lead, and his duties in the brotherhood, he cant be bothered by some strange rock you found" you shake your head in frustration, "its more than that, i think i found the institutes newest weapon." her eyes widened before she waves you to follow her inside.

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hope everyone likes this and if you wanna suggest what happens next im always ready to hear, this was rlly fun to write and im excited to do more ^^

[dog-braces]

Choosing the Right Hind Leg Brace for Your Dog: Factors to Consider

When it comes to selecting a dog hind leg brace, there are several important factors to consider ensuring the brace is suitable for your dog’s specific needs. The right hind leg brace can provide optimal support, stability, and comfort, aiding in your dog’s recovery or improving their mobility. This article will guide you through the essential factors to consider when choosing a hind leg brace for dog.

Injury or Condition:

The first step in selecting a hind leg brace understands your dog’s specific injury or condition. Different braces are designed to address various issues such as ligament tears, muscle strains, arthritis, or post-surgical recovery. Consult with your veterinarian or a veterinary orthopedic specialist to accurately diagnose your dog’s condition and determine the type of brace that best suits their needs.

Size and Fit:

Proper sizing and fit are crucial for the effectiveness and comfort of the dog hind leg brace. Ensure you measure your dog’s leg accurately, following the manufacturer’s guidelines. Consider the circumference, length, and width of the leg to find the right size. Some braces offer adjustable straps or customizable features, allowing for a more precise fit. A well-fitting brace should be snug enough to provide support but not too tight to restrict movement or cause discomfort.

Comfort and Material:

Look for hind leg braces that prioritize your dog’s comfort. The material should be breathable, lightweight, and non-irritating to prevent chafing or skin irritations. Consider braces with padded or cushioned areas to provide extra comfort and reduce pressure points. Additionally, ensure that the brace does not impede your dog’s natural range of motion, allowing them to move comfortably while still providing the necessary support.

Stability and Support:

The primary function of a dog hind leg brace is to provide stability and support to the injured or weakened leg. Consider braces that have rigid or adjustable supports, such as metal or plastic splints, to prevent excessive movement and promote proper alignment. The brace should effectively distribute weight, reducing strain on the affected leg while allowing controlled movement. Evaluate the level of stability and support provided by the brace based on your dog’s specific needs.

Ease of Use and Adjustability:

Choose a dog hind leg brace that is easy to put on and take off. Some braces have hook-and-loop closures or adjustable straps for convenient application. Consider the ease of adjusting the brace to ensure a secure fit as your dog’s leg may change in size during the healing process. Braces with multiple points of adjustment allow for a more customized fit and accommodate changes in swelling or muscle tone.

Durability and Maintenance:

Opt for a hind leg brace made from durable and high-quality materials that can withstand regular use and potential wear and tear. Consider braces that are easy to clean and maintain. Removable and washable covers or liners can help keep the brace hygienic and odor-free.

Professional Guidance:

Seek advice from your veterinarian or a veterinary orthopedic specialist when selecting a hind leg brace for your dog. They can provide valuable insights based on their expertise and experience with similar cases. They may also recommend specific brands or models that have proven effective for dogs with similar conditions.

Conclusion:

Choosing the right hind leg brace for your dog is essential for their comfort, stability, and recovery. By considering factors such as injury or condition, size and fit, comfort and material, stability and support, ease of use and adjustability, durability and maintenance, and seeking professional guidance. A well-chosen dog hind leg brace can significantly contribute to your dog’s well-being and aid in their rehabilitation or improved mobility.

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Gwen’s eyebrow shut up in curiosity as her fingers idly strummed her new guitar. “Right… of course,” Gwen added skeptically as she gave the person a once over, sensing something about him she just couldn’t place. He didn’t smell of wolf or vampire, so what was he? Edgar seemed just as curious as he sat up from where he was laying down to assess the new person. His tail wagged half-hazardly as he sniffed the air. Gwen moved her hand along the top of his head to ease him as the male drew closer to their spot in the clearing. 

The alpha werewolf knew there would be plenty of others in these woods tonight as tomorrow’s shift grew closer, especially witches and wolves. He didn’t smell have the lingering smell of brimstone and self-loathing that usually came with the witches, which only left Gwen all the more in wonder. When he placed his hand close to Edgar he sniffed it carefully, looking towards his mother for permission. When Gwen gave a nod, Edgar eagerly began greeting the fellow, all but jumping up on his hind legs to give the stranger full access to his body for attention and scritches. “You are such a mess,” she teased to the dog with a chuckle before glancing up at the fellow. “I’m not sure. Just picked up this bad boy the other day so just playing around until it sounds good,” she added honestly. “You play?”

Eri gleefully allowed the dog to sniff his hand, eager as always to see the nuances of his behavior. He scratched the dog's head, inviting him closer. The dog looked... well, Eri didn't know enough dogs to know if he was happy, but he guessed from the smile and lolling tongue that he was enjoying it.

"What's this fellow's name?" He asked, not needing to brace much despite the dog's weight and size. Something about petting the dog was making him feel good. The body was filling with warm fuzzy feelings in the pit of the stomach. Perhaps this was one of those things that made the bodies happy, like bird watching, as Wren had said.

"I see. I play a bit of bass. Guitar, not so much," he said, taking the information in. "Well, you sound like you have talent. If you keep at it, you'll be a pro in no time."

Eri looked at the person attached to the dog. Somehow, she felt familiar to him, in a very distant way. She reminded him of Caleb, but at the same time, she was very, very different. Eri wondered what the connection was. "What are you doing out here?"

[grison-in-space]

Have these people ever actually seen a Dachshund dig? Because this is a viable strategy for a digging-oriented animal--it's what moles use--but critically it only works if the shoulders can rotate outwards to shove dirt out of the way while the chest rests on the ground. Which is why mole hands and shoulders are built like that, and also why moles are infamously kind of shitty at moving on land. I suppose a Lundehund might have shoulders hyperflexible enough to be developed into a mole-dog digger, but that would almost certainly bring other consequences on a hunting dog that has to tangle with underground animals on a regular basis.

Anyway, looking at actual digging Dachshunds closely reveals that the shorter legs are primarily useful for allowing the dog to move easily through tunnels without having to excavate enough dirt to fit longer legs all the way in. The dogs don't rest on their chests and mimic moles to get underground; they stand like any other damn dog braced on the hind legs while using the forelegs under the damn chest to shovel dirt. (As you know full well, obviously, I'm just yelling.)

Y'all, shit like this is why I'm always deeply skeptical of so-called "functional" innovations in dog conformation. It's not that different tasks don't reward different types of bodies, but human observers tend to be bad at predicting what kinds of things are actually functional and what things are there more or less because humans like them.

(And yes, I am skeptical of this in working-bred dogs as well as in conformation-oriented dogs: I've heard similarly obvious lines of bullshit coming out of working-oriented breeding communities, too. The fact that someone is focused on a particular function doesn't necessarily mean they're good at assessing and selecting how a dog performs it--just look at all the paintings that nineteenth century racehorse breeders used to commission that assumed that at some point in a horse gallop the horse adopts a pose more in keeping with Superman.)

When we talk about preserving existing working strains of dogs, or preserving breeds based on their theoretical connection to some long-gone strain of functional dogs, we have to understand that animal people talk a lot of bullshit without testing their assumptions. Whatever your favorite dog breed is, I promise you there are people out there talking bullshit nonsense about what trait is absolutely essential for a working task, and if I have access to enough English-speaking material in that community, I can find it.

Especially people who are invested in sport. Sport isn't work, and almost by definition sport invites humans to develop tasks to extremes, exaggerating some functions and abandoning others from the original task. More to the point, both sport and preferences with nothing to do with task performance have been major drivers of dog development, as with the development of plenty of other domestic species, over the past several centuries. Our modern giant draft horses, for example, are not the remnant relics of giant destriers ridden by knights, they are also not necessarily practical animals designed to haul heavy loads as efficiently as possible. In fact, the increase in size of draft horse breeds has much more to do with nineteenth century advertising trends, especially for breweries: how better to promote your beer's nourishing strength than to hire a jolly, fat, red-faced man to drive an enormous horse (fed, of course, on the spent grain) with a heavy cart to make deliveries? This practice is described in contemporary accounts as far back as the 1830s. Indisputably the horses are true working animals, but their selection is driven by more than simply practical constraints--which is the case for many human endeavors with animal breeding! Humans never have just one purpose for anything we do, after all; we're too damn social for that, and there are so many helpful little places to find things that work in unexpected ways.

It's important to view claims about working function, then, with a jaundiced eye and an experimental bent. It's all too easy to "preserve" a lot of dubious material or the batshit musings of whoever cared enough to write his theorizing down. Anyone who wants to market themselves and their dogs as particularly effective for any given purpose had better prove it, and if the purpose is now largely historical, breed historians are always urgently needed to disentangle the calcified marketing taglines from actual functional innovations in animal breeding and task performance. Experimental verification, my friends!

I'm sorry, what.

[ethereal-dem0n]

Mein Soldat

Mein Soldat - Chapter One

MATURE CONTENT (18+, minors please DNI)  

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Y/N)

Content Warning(s): Graphic injury detail, gore, blood, weaponry, surgical/medical equipment, body horror, smoking, negative self talk

Word Count: ∼1500 

Summary: An encounter with a wild lycan leaves you unconscious and brutally maimed. Heisenberg takes you away from the horrors of the village and to his factory, battling with his thoughts as begins his new project. 

Author’s Note: 

This is my first attempt at fanfic writing so please go easy on me!

Chapter Two is already in the works 😊

Also, the temptation to put something along the lines of: “Y/N almost unalived by big dog and saved by a stinky metal man” as the chapter summary was all too real! 🤣

“Y/N!”

His voice sounded so distant, drowned out by the sound of your rapidly beating heart. You were cornered, backed up against a wall as the lone lycan stalked its way toward you. Its eyes were hungry and its mouth twisted into a snarl. You brandished your sickle, the weapon shaking in your hands as you moved into a defensive stance and braced yourself for what was to come. 

The creature stood on its hind legs before lunging at you, its claws slicing the skin of your abdomen and teeth clamping down around your left arm. Your sickle left your grip and clattered on the cobblestones below. Pain seared through your body, radiating up to your shoulder and down your spine in burning waves as the lycan mangled your arm, teeth crushing bone and chewing through your muscle with ease. The lycan pulled back sharply, ripping your forearm off and tossing it to the ground with a sickening thud. Your screams echoed throughout the village, a harrowing lullaby for the man who cared for you so dearly. 

You collapse.

The sound of scrap metal being weaponized reverberated around the village; a harsh symphony of serrated edges jutting into and slicing through lycan flesh. Tortured howls of the beast rang in your ears and then the silence came. 

The darkness beckoned and you went toward it willingly, accepting its cold embrace as you lay slumped against the wall.

Heisenberg throws his hammer to the side and falls to his knees beside you, his hands moving to your shoulders with urgency. He latched onto you with a vice-like grip and shook firmly.

“Y/N!” His voice cracked as he struggled to form the word in his mouth and force it past his lips.

In a desperate attempt to stop the flow of blood, he removed his belt and fastened it around what was left of your mutilated arm, the leather digging into your skin and acting as a tourniquet.

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me, Y/N! I swear to god…” Heisenberg spits the words through gritted teeth. 

He lifts your limp body and cradles you against his chest in one swift movement. Crimson liquid poured from your wounds and soaked into his shirt. He raised his free hand, manipulating magnetic fields and silently summoning his hammer back to his side. 

The Lord cursed under his breath as he began the trek back to his factory. With the threat of over-exertion looming and tears threatening to spill, he carried you away from the ruins of the village.

——————————

Heisenberg had carried you down into the bowels of his factory and into one of his many workrooms which resembled a somewhat less sterile surgical theatre. The medical table he had placed you on was in the centre of the room and situated under a bright surgical lamp which was bolted to the ceiling. Various mechanical parts and abandoned Soldat projects littered the floor. The walls were decorated with numerous medical tools and engineering equipment whilst blueprints and papers were strewn across all other surfaces. 

Heisenberg wasted no time. He peeled off his trench coat and tossed it to one side. He then removed his usual hat and glasses combination, setting the items down on one of the workbenches. 

He took some sterile gauze and began cleaning out your wound, removing any remaining fragments of bone and debris. Once satisfied, he moved away from the table briefly, returning to your side with cautery equipment. He wore a welding mask and pulled the visor down, shielding his eyes as he sealed the rugged edges of your injury. The bleeding stopped almost instantaneously as the flesh burnt away and the Lord felt that he could allow himself some time to think about his next steps.

He set the cautery iron down beside your body, removing the visor and allowing his head to fall into his hands. His brow furrowed and a solitary tear slipped from his eye, rolling down his cheek and running into the creases of his scars. A distinct feeling of nausea churned in the pit of his stomach. His breath was shaky as he sighed and abruptly stood, his fist coming into contact with the surgical table. The metal bowed with the force of his punch.

“Shit, shit… Fuck,” he hissed as his hands returned to cover his face. 

‘How could you let this happen?’ His thoughts taunted, “what the fuck is wrong with you?’ Heisenberg grit his teeth, his rage growing and his thoughts deafening. 

‘They could have fucking died and you just stood there, watching as they got ripped apart by that fucking overgrown mutt!’

The workroom’s equipment vibrates violently as Heisenberg’s vision quickly becomes clouded in red. Some tools which were loosely affixed to the wall fall and rattle on the floor.

‘Get it together, man,’ he encouraged. ‘You’re better than this and they need you right now... Could you try to not be a self-centred prick for just once in your life?!’

And with that, the Lord turns his attention back to the only thing that matters to him - you, his new project. 

Your flesh was exposed through the torn fabric of your clothes, riddled with deep lacerations and colourful bruises which were beginning to bloom. Heisenberg stood over you, employing various techniques he used when working on assembling his Soldats to piece you back together. He sutured your wounds expertly, taking the time to ensure that they were stitched in such a way which would result in minimal scarring, operating with high dexterity.

Once the more minor injuries were taken care of, he shifted his focus back to your left arm. He sighed, ‘how the fuck am I going to do this?’

He grabbed an old blueprint off of the closest workbench and flipped it over, sketching out his plans. He took measurements of your upper arm, being careful not to come into contact with the warped flesh and risk causing infection or more unnecessary damage. He adapted the drawing as he examined your muscle, figuring out the proportions and jotting down his notes. As Heisenberg worked on the design, scrap parts were pulled from around the room and gathered behind him. The pieces aggregated and began to form the shape of a replacement arm, hovering in place. 

Aesthetics were not of concern to Heisenberg when it came to building parts for the Soldats - more crucial to him was lethal potential and he was known for often incorporating blades and drill bits into their designs. This was different. You were not just a Soldat on the table in front of him; you were the person he had fallen for, the person he had sworn to protect.

‘It needs to be perfect.’ 

He pushed himself away from the edge of the surgical table, turning to examine the metal as it slotted into place. He manipulated the fields around the pieces, rearranging and removing parts until the metallic appendage was more refined and sleek. When he was satisfied, he cleaned the individual parts thoroughly, buffing out any imperfections.

He grabbed the protective mask off of the bench from beside your body and slipped it back on before proceeding to weld the fragments together. When joined, he  proceeded to sand down any remaining rough edges.

‘It’s still not right.’ Heisenberg sighed, bringing his hand up to scratch his beard underneath his face shield. ‘Ah… I know!’

He decided that he was going to engrave a pattern into the surface of the limb in order to give it a more elegant appearance. He chuckled to himself as he recalled the night you had spent together in the forest on the outskirts of the village, settling on a design to represent the memory. The delicate markings he had etched resembled vines snaking their way from the back of your hand up to your elbow, wrapping around as they climbed.  

The grotesque scent of charred flesh gathered at the back of Heisenberg’s throat as he fused the limb to your body, his eyes stinging as he choked on the fumes. He connected the complex internal wiring of the metallic limb to your own muscle and nerve endings so that you would be able to automate the machinery as if it had always been a part of you. 

Once again removing the welding mask and exchanging it for his sunglasses, Heisenberg stood back to admire his work. He took a cigar from the breast pocket of his bloodied shirt, raising it to his mouth and lighting it. The embers of his cigar danced in his lenses as he pulled the smoke into his mouth, exhaling heavily through flared nostrils. 

He re-approached you, circling slowly. His eyes studied you as he moved, taking in every detail as you laid on the cold metal surface - clothes ruined and body forever changed. A shiver rippled through his body and his heart pounded harder against his chest wall. When he reached the head of the surgical table, he leaned down to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.

“There you are,” he whispered against your skin, “mein perfekter Soldat.”

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Good Soldiers Follow Orders

A Story in the Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Frederick Chilton x Reader Mafia AU

Written in collaboration with @pascalispretty who as usual did our moodboard because I am about as artistic as a blind armadillo lol. Cross posted on ao3!

For @storiesofsvu 's Fall Bingo fulfilling the Leaf Pile square.

Chapter One Chapter Two

Warnings: cute dogs, cute boys, swearing, mentions of gunplay and violence (this is a mafia au. so like... lol), oral sex (f. receiving), a handjob is given, some voyeurism is committed, Fred is a prissy asshole, Rafa is a jackass (duh), and Sonny is a sweetheart. Also. I BLATANTLY stole the title from The Clone Wars. Also may have used it in the fic as well. Okay I did use it. Listen. DF can come at me, okay, lol. Rating: E. Porn again. Word Count: 3563 Summary: Feared and respected mafia boss Rafael Barba unwinds with his beloved dog until his favorite capo does something that warrants punishment.

“Go get it boy!” Sonny yells, pitching the tennis ball as far as he can. The dog barks his deep booming bark and takes off after it, pink tongue lolling and wide feet kicking up grass and leaves. They like taking Boliche out early in the morning when there are less people around—the big scarred pitbull tends to make a lot of people uncomfortable when he runs at speed and off-leash. Sonny shakes his head with a frown and shrugs his shoulders; Rafa recognizes him trying to adjust the weight of his gun in his new holster as subtly as he can. I should have just let him keep the old one. Rafael sighs irritably and shakes his head. His capo is a lot more dangerous than that dog ever thought of being and people still smile at him like he’s their friendly neighborhood crossing guard.

Boli scoops the ball--and a mouthful of dirt--up and turns around, tearing back towards Sonny. The tall man grins at the dog and braces himself just in time for the canine to crash into his legs. He drops the ball and growls at him, jumping up onto his hind legs to shove his wet dirty nose into Sonny’s face.

“Boli, what the hell man, come on! That’s so gross! Stop it, you monster!” the capo cries, laughing too hard for the dog to take him at all seriously.

“You were the one that wanted to get him,” Rafael reminds him, coming up beside Sonny and finally putting his phone back in his pocket. Sonny throws the ball again, grinning as he watches Boli race after it.

“And you were the one that fell in love with him. Don’t try and fool me, boss, I was with you at the shelter.” Rafael had insisted on adopting and they both had been drawn to Boli, a former fighting dog covered in scars, who was still somehow one of the most affectionate dogs they’d ever met.

Boli trots up to Sonny, his stubby tail wagging furiously as he brings the ball back. When Sonny reaches down to prise the ball out of his mouth, the dog rears back as though he doesn’t trust Sonny to give the ball back once he lets go.

“Boli, I can’t throw it if you won’t drop it.” Rafael knows that Sonny tries to sound exasperated with him but he can’t help but grin at the dog’s antics. “C’mon bud, leave it.” He tries again to grab the tennis ball but this time Boli darts away a few feet, daring Sonny to come and chase him.

Rolling his eyes and smiling, Sonny plays along. It’s one of Boliche’s favorite games to play with Sonny, the only one of his humans that can be relied upon to indulge him. The dog tears away from Sonny and the feared and respected caporegime gives chase, sprinting after the dog while Rafael watches in amusement.

His gangly lover looks faintly absurd bounding after Boli like that, but Rafael finds himself smiling indulgently anyways. He doesn’t have a lot of time during his day to really enjoy each of them, so he lets himself savor this hour in the early mornings before his men start clamoring for his attention and his various business pursuits--both legal and otherwise-- start causing him trouble and headaches.

Sonny’s laugh echoes back to him across the clearing, and he watches the big pitbull run at Sonny and bring him down to the soft, autumn ground. Rafael winces a little at hearing the air leave Sonny’s body with an “oof,” and he strolls up to the two of them as Sonny rolls onto his back, gasping a little.

“Get the wind knocked out of you?” he asks, bending down to pick up the ball and get a closer look at him. Sonny coughs and nods.

“Not as bad as--” He hacks a couple more times. “As bad as getting shot and or stabbed for you, Boss.” Rafa raises an eyebrow and Sonny smiles innocently up at him, holding up his hand for Rafa to take and pull him up. He ignores it to throw the ball for a dancing and excited Boliche, but he eventually grasps Sonny’s wrist to heave him back up to his feet.

Sonny gives him a swift kiss on his cheek and another smile before Rafa smacks his ass and sends him running off after the dog. He frowns and sighs, annoyed that reminders of the dangers he puts Sonny in on a day-to-day basis always seem to have a nasty habit of encroaching on their quiet time together. This is the time they’re supposed to be just Rafa and Sonny and Boliche, their rescue dog. Not the Boss and his Capo who has gladly stepped in front of deadly weapons for him.

Of course I love Boli, Rafa thinks, shoving his hands in his pockets, melancholy taking over his thoughts again. He’s just like Sonny. Big, scarred, loyal, and too good for what his masters have made him do. Rafa kicks at a small pile of leaves with a shoe that easily costs more than his first car. He’s constantly putting the three of them in danger, most of the time without even trying. She and Fred aren’t normally being shot at, but at any time any one of his many enemies could decide that the best way to get to him would be through any one of the three people who share his bed.

At least Sonny and Fred walked into this with their eyes wide open. She lived in a world where people didn’t joke about being stabbed before I laid eyes on her and decided I just had to fucking have her.

Rafa sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets and looking up at Boli and Sonny again. Sonny has seized the ball and is currently trying to outrun Boli, weaving in and out of the big piles of dead leaves to try and slow the dog down.

He feigns throwing the ball and when Boli races off to look for it Sonny dives into one of the leaf piles, burying himself as completely as he can. Before Rafa can protest at what a bad idea that is--he doesn’t know what might be in one of those piles, something could be living in there--Boli runs back to where Sonny had been standing just moments before.

The dog tilts his head quizzically and starts to sniff the ground in the hopes that will lead him to the gangly human who stole his tennis ball. He circles the pile of leaves twice before trotting up to Rafa and sniffing around him as though he might be hiding Sonny in his coat.

“Boliche!” Sonny calls faintly, muffled by the leaves, and the dog runs away from Rafa and back towards the piles of foliage. The sight of poor Boli looking so confused is almost enough to bring Rafa out of his dark mood.

Rafa watches as Boliche runs circles around the leaf pile, barking. He smiles when he comes back to him, whining desolately.

“Aw, have you lost your Sonny, poor guy?” Boliche barks and sits at Rafa’s feet, waiting for him to fix everything. Rafa crouches in front of him and knocks his head against Boli’s big square grey one. He laughs and dodges the dog’s unnaturally long tongue, gently shoving him away.

“I think we can probably find him if we put our heads together,” he tells him seriously, tugging on his ragged stumpy ears before standing. Rafa scratches under Boli’s chin and digs in his pocket for a few treats, holding them up triumphantly in front of the big dog.

“You want some? You want one of these? Oh, who’s a good boy? Does my pretty baby want a treat?!” Boli barks and jumps at Rafa’s hand, only to be shoved down and firmly told to sit still.

With a smirk, Rafa walks over to the leaf pile and drops both Beggin’ Strips into it, right on top of where he’s pretty sure Sonny’s head is.

“Go get ‘em Boli!”

With two more thunderous barks, the dog tears towards Rafa, the leaf pile, and a now dog treat covered Sonny, and Rafa starts laughing just as he jumps and lands all sixty-plus pounds of his muscle-bound body on top of Sonny’s back.

There’s a pained yelp from within the fallen leaves and vegetation flies everywhere as Sonny struggles with Boliche. Rafa takes a step back to avoid getting hit by any of it, watching with an amused smirk as Sonny tries to help Boliche find the treats hidden within the pile.

“You’re a traitor.” Sonny has leaves stuck in his hair and he looks ridiculous. He might be carrying a gun but Rafa laughs at him anyway.

“You were the one that decided to roll around in a pile of rotting leaves. Frederick won’t let you back into bed like that, you know. I’ll just have to take care of the two of them myself while you shower--” Rafa’s teasing is abruptly cut off when Sonny tries to throw an armful of leaves at him.

Rafa takes a few rapid steps back and Boli barks loudly, tail wagging as he tries to work out the new game.

“Don’t make me chase you, boss.” Sonny winks at him, knowing full well that Rafa won’t be able to outrun him. Or stop Sonny from tackling him into a leaf pile. And clearly not intimidated at all by the knowledge that Rafa could have him shot with a snap of his fingers.

“Boli?” Rafa calls, the dog trotting obediently over to him. “Boli, where’s your ball? Go find your ball!” Reminded of the treasure that Sonny had stolen from him, Boliche runs and launches himself at Sonny, trying to sniff out his tennis ball.

Rafa’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he smiles fondly at Sonny and the dog as he takes it out. It’s a message from Fred:

Where are you? We’re bored and horny, hurry up and get back here.

He smirks to himself, knowing full well that if he and Sonny don’t get back, their two lovers will start without them.

“Sonny? We need to go, we--” All of the breath is knocked out of him as someone attacks him. His first thought is panic--is this a rival making their move?--until he realizes that Sonny has tackled him into another pile of leaves. Not wanting to be left out, Boli jumps on Rafa, resting his front paws on one of Rafa’s thighs as he looks down at him.

“Get off me!” Rafa grunts, shoving at Sonny and not having any luck escaping. “God, you’re a scarecrow, how do you weigh this much?”

Sonny laughs and shrugs, somehow flopping heavier on top of Rafa’s chest.

“This is what happens to traitors, boss.” He leans down and nips at his lips. Rafa smirks.

“Oh yeah? Exactly this?”

“Exactly. I’m trying out a new system to deal with your enemies, figured I'd practice it on you.” Sonny mouths along Rafa’s jaw before ducking down to drag his teeth along his throat. Rafa snorts.

“Oh really.”

“Yes, really. You’re right here, you needed to be punished anyways… And frankly, I know 100% that I can take you in a fight so this has the potential for zero negative repercussions for me,” Sonny explains with a grin, leaning down to lick at Rafa’s lips.

“I may have some objections I need to lodge about this new strategy of yours,” Rafa begins before Sonny stops him with a kiss. Rafa bites back an argument, taking a moment to simply enjoy the kiss, the warm and solid way Sonny feels on top of him, the long leg pressing just so between his own.

“I’m taking no complaints at this time, boss.” Sonny kisses him again. Rafa allows him to for long enough that Boliche, who is unfortunately used to this strange and boring behavior of his humans’, groans his put upon doggy groan and drops his heavy head onto Rafa’s leg. Eventually, Rafa pulls his head away from Sonny’s and sighs.

“We have two people waiting at home for just this kind of treatment, you know. And Frederick has never been known to be a patient person.” Sonny ‘hmms’ and captures his lips again. Rafa grins into the kiss and allows it for another few seconds. “Or a particularly understanding one, which is why if this goes any further I will not only have to bribe the police to get us off indecency charges but also find us both a way to get out of the proverbial dog house.”

Sonny laughs and kisses him one last time.

“I have the complete and utmost faith that if anyone could do both and be home in time for lunch it’d be you, Boss.”

Rafa smiles and finally succeeds in shoving him off his chest and further into the pile of leaves.

“I know it’s a priority of yours, Dominick, but I care slightly less about eating lunch than I do about getting home in time to watch Frederick eating her.”

The walk home is about as uneventful as two men covered in leaves and dirt with an ex-fighting dog could expect. Boliche darts into the kitchen as soon as Sonny unlocks the door of the apartment and unhooks his leash. Within seconds, the dog’s loud lapping fills the kitchen as he drinks, water sloshing onto the tiled floor. Sonny pauses in the middle of kicking his shoes off, tilting his head for a moment.

Noticing that Sonny has been alerted to something, Rafa stops trying to brush the dead leaves off his scarf and listens too, trying to hear what has captured the capo’s attention.

Rafa sees Sonny relax and nudges Rafa, grinning.

“I can hear her moaning.” It’s only a soft little sound but Rafa finally picks it up and his cock twitches in interest. Rafa smirks and makes sure his shoes and coat are left just so before he grabs Sonny’s arm and tows him towards the bedroom.

The plush carpets muffle the sound of their footsteps and Sonny slowly pushes the door open, visibly making an effort not to disturb the two people in the room. Rafa makes a shushing gesture before he shoves past Sonny, pausing just inside the bedroom to watch.

Fred’s head is between her legs, her fingers raking through his hair as he licks her cunt like he'll die without it. The noises he makes against her are obscene and Rafa knows from experience that the vibrations of the sounds against her clit must be driving her insane. She arches her back and tries to press down against his tongue, her eyes squeezed tightly closed.

At the foot of the bed Sonny and Rafa watch as Fred draws louder and louder moans from her, wondering if either of them have noticed that they’re no longer alone. Rafa presses against Sonny’s side, his fingers working at the buckle of Sonny’s belt as silently as he can. As soon as it’s undone and his pants unbuttoned, Rafa slides his hand beneath the waistband to palm Sonny’s cock. Rafa watches as Sonny bites his lip to keep from making any noise, his hips rocking subtly forward against Rafa’s warm palm.

With his free hand Rafa again makes a shushing motion. They turn their attention back to the bed, watching as she throws her head back and wails when Fred sucks on her clit and drags his teeth gently against it. Her fingers tug a little harder at Fred’s hair, making him groan against her.

Rafa gives Sonny’s cock a light squeeze, feeling smug when one of his fingers brushes against a damp patch on the soft cotton where his precome is leaking through. It takes so little to get Sonny raring to go and that never fails to stroke Rafa’s ego.

“Fuck, Fred--just like that, ‘m so close--” she chokes out, her free hand clutching the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turn white.

Rafa feels Sonny sag a little against him at the sight in front of him and at the alternating soft and hard passes of Rafa’s hand. Rafa grins, eyes still watching his two partners on their bed, as he has to take more of his capo’s weight. He squeezes a little harder but backs off as soon as he feels Sonny’s hips jerk forward to follow his hand. He glances over at him, still smirking, to catch his eye and shake his head firmly.

Sonny pouts, as much as he’s able with his teeth still sunk into his lip, and grabs onto the doorjamb with one hand and the back of Rafa’s shirt with the other. Rafa feels the damp spot under his fingers grow but turns most of his attention back to the show in front of him.

Fred’s fingers are visibly digging into her thighs as he holds her legs open around his head, and Rafa feels his own cock swell at the thought of the potential for bruises in the exact length and circumference of Fred’s fingers--a body part of Fred’s he is particularly fond of. God, he doesn’t know how he got this lucky but he plans on enjoying it to the fullest.

Sonny grips his jacket harder as her hips start to thrash around in Fred’s tightening grip. Fred grumbles deep in his throat, clearly pleased and intent on making it last as long as possible--Rafa sees him shift his hips around in that way he knows means he’s digging in for the long haul--and the crime boss hears the almost silent whine that gets stuck in the back of his capo’s throat. He presses his palm a little harder against Sonny’s cock in warning and Sonny abruptly chokes the noise back.

She comes soon after, and keens sharply when Fred doesn't stop, or show any signs of doing so. Sonny is finally unable to keep quiet and moans, attracting her attention as quickly as if he had said her name. She smiles weakly over at the two of them, whining Fred’s name. Rafa takes his hand out of Sonny’s pants and glowers at him, pushing him away with a disgusted growl.

They’ve finally drawn the attention of Rafa’s consigliere, who jumps like a scalded cat and rolls over to grab the gun that he knows Sonny left under Rafa’s side of the mattress. Sonny automatically draws the one he still has tucked under his arm and Rafa sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Stop. The both of you. Good Lord, you both act like there aren’t half a dozen men with weapons and professional training stationed around this entire building. Put those away, I’ll be very upset if my favorite capo and my consigliere shoot each other in my bed. The stains would be impossible to get out and I like those sheets.”

Fred glares at the both of them, chest heaving with a wild startled look in his eyes. She stretches her legs out, grinning behind her hand, and Fred snaps,

“How long were the two of you peeping toms just standing there? I could have shot either one of you, and frankly you would have deserved it.”

Sonny finally tucks his gun away, ignoring Fred completely, and turns to Rafa, gesturing down at his still very hard cock.

“You can’t be planning on leaving me like this, Boss.” Rafa raises an eyebrow and glances down at the tent in the front of Sonny’s pants.

“I am, actually. Didn’t I make myself clear before, Dominick? When I told you to ‘be quiet’?” He turns to Fred again and smiles charmingly at him. “Why don’t I try and make up for my clearly terrible behavior?” He saunters further into the room, ignoring Sonny’s pouting behind him, and affectionately drags a few fingers down her leg as he passes by. He stops in front of Fred, bending down to try to kiss him.

“Stop,” Fred orders, pushing Rafa back with two fingers against his chest. “Why are there leaves in your hair?”

Rafa frowns.

“What?”

“There are leaves in your hair, dirt on the side of your neck, and you smell like mud. Were you… Did you have sex in the park? On the ground?!”

“Leaf pile, actually, and I didn't have sex in it, I was shoved into it. Maliciously. Against my will.”

Fred shoves him away with his whole hand and sits up completely, shaking his head.

“Shower. The both of you. Right now. Before you get any closer to this bed. In fact, I need to text the maid immediately so she knows to do a deep clean of every room the two of you have been in.”

Rafa snorts.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely. Go.”

He rolls his eyes and turns back to Sonny.

“Come on then, Dominick. Looks like we’ve been given our marching orders.” Sonny perks up at the thought of showering together and Rafa fixes him with a reproachful glare. “Don’t get any ideas, we’re just showering. I told you to be quiet; now you have to face the consequences of not complying with orders.” He sighs on his way to the en suite and you can see the puckish gleam in his eyes. “And normally you’re so obedient.”

Tag List (because I finally fucking remembered to make one!! Lemme know if you want on or off or if I am a jerk and forgot to put you on this thing!): @sassyada , @prurientpuddlejumper , @thatesqcrush , @storiesofsvu

[queenofspades20]

Dog walk

Synopsis: Just a little something inspired by my dog's antics today. Didn't meet anyone out of it (sadly), but was pretty funny. I'm sure I looked ridiculous. Could be seen as an AU or not (no mention of missions or anything).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: some curse words, mostly just fluff.

Y/n ran into the door after getting home from work. She saw her sweet dog on the couch.

“Hi, Baby! I missed you so much today,” she said, as she walked over to pet him. Loki twitched his tail and adjusted his body, letting her know that he was excited she was home, but, as per usual, refused to get up.

Y/n sat next to him, petting his ears. She leaned down and kissed the top of his fluffy head. After a couple minutes of giving Loki some attention, Y/n got up.

“Okay, Bubba. I’m gonna change real quick and then we’ll go for a walk.”

Loki looked at her with interest at the “w” word, but didn’t move. Y/n went into her bedroom and changed into some workout capris and a tank top. She made her way back to the front door, where Loki’s harness and leash were hanging.

“Come on, Bear. Let’s go for a walk.”

Loki huffed and moved so his front paws were on the floor, while his hind legs were still on the couch and he stretched.

“Oh, good stretch. Come on, now. Let’s go.”

Loki’s back legs hopped off the couch and he sauntered over to where Y/n was standing. He allowed her to put on his harness, staying still. Once it was clipped into place, Y/n grabbed the dog bag dispenser and keys from their hook and led Loki out the door.

The walk went as it went every day. Loki sniffed and did his business, taking his time. They made their way around their neighborhood, Loki stopping frequently to smell each blade of grass. When they got halfway around the neighborhood, Loki decided he no longer wanted to walk and sat down.

“Okay then,” Y/n said, looking at her dog. This was a regular occurrence during their walks. Luckily, she wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere, so she decided to sit down next to him.

Loki immediately got excited and started sniffing her hair, trying to take a bite.

Y/n couldn’t contain her laughter as Loki then started to rub his body on her back, like a cat would. Luckily, this was not the first time Loki decided to show affection, so she was able to brace her body as he threw his against her body.

“Silly boy. What are you doing? Are you looking for butt scritches?” As she said this, Loki moved his butt towards her face, demanding pets. His tail hit her in the face. She moved her head, laughing. Y/n reached over and started rubbing his back. Loki started dancing from side to side, just lifting his back legs, enjoying the attention.

Bucky and Sam were walking around a neighborhood, where Bucky was thinking about buying. He wanted a change from the dark apartment he had been living in.

“What do you think, Buck?” Sam asked, looking around.

“It’s quiet around here, but not bad. I like it.”

They had just looked at one of the places for sale. It was just perfect for a single person. The price was pretty reasonable and it was in an area where there were plenty of restaurants and things to do nearby.

“I think you should get it if you like it. The realtor said they’re pet friendly, too, so you can think about getting something.”

“What would I get?”

Sam looked over and saw a woman with her dog. They were practically wrestling, though the dog was clearly in the lead. “A dog would be good.”

“Dogs are scared of me.” Bucky hadn’t noticed the woman yet, engrossed in looking at the details the realtor had provided.

“I doubt that.”

“A dog would never want to get near me.”

Sam tapped Bucky on the shoulder and pointed to the woman and the dog. “I bet that dog would.”

Bucky saw the pair playing. He smiled at the sight before him. “Yeah right. I’m sure that dog would attack me before I got too close to its owner.”

“Dinner says the dog wouldn’t attack.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” Bucky grumbled. He was sure the dog wouldn’t let him near the dog or its owner.

As he made his way over, he was struck by how pretty the owner was. Probably married, he thought to himself. When he was about 20 feet away, he made himself known.

While he expected the dog to jump in front of its owner, not what actually happened. The dog jumped and tried to run away, pulling the woman back, almost causing her to fall flat.

“Loki! You scaredy cat!” Y/n yelled, laughing. She pulled him closer and rubbed the top of his head. “You’re fine, Bubba. He’s not even that close to us.”

Bucky felt horrible. “Are you okay?”

Y/n smiled at him. “Yeah. Not the first time he’s done that. He’s easily startled. Definitely not guard dog material. Is there something I can help you with? I’m assuming you wanted to speak with me.”

Bucky thought she had the kindest eyes he had ever seen. He felt himself flushing. “I was wondering if I could pet your dog.”

“Sure! Just walk a little slowly and it helps if you crouch down when you get closer. He’s not a fan of people bigger than him,” Y/n said with a laugh.

Bucky moved forward and did as she suggested. He crouched down. Once he did, the dog inched his way towards Bucky. Bucky held out his hand. “It’s okay, Buddy. I won’t hurt you.”

“Go ahead, Loki. Make a new friend. He just wants to pet you.”

Bucky kept his eyes on the dog. “Loki?”

The woman smiled at him. “He’s a bit chaotic and every once in a while, I’m convinced he’s dead set on world domination. Just gets that look in his eyes. Seemed to fit. That, and he actually answered to it. He wouldn’t answer to the name he came with.”

Bucky looked at the woman with a bit of confusion on his face.

“Shelter dog,” she clarified. “The shelter asked me if I was going to change his name. I told them I was thinking about it. And the woman doing the paperwork was just like, ‘good. Cuz he won’t answer to the one he has now.’ Kind of made up my mind for me,” Y/n said with a laugh. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

Bucky smiled at Y/n. “I’m Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. Are you new to the neighborhood? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Uh, I’m thinking about buying one of the units that’s for sale.”

“Well, it’s a great area. Not crazy expensive, plenty of things nearby, but also pretty quiet.”

“I was noticing that.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Bucky kept petting Loki, when Loki moved around Bucky and started to sniff at his hair.

“What the . . .” Bucky started. He felt a cold nose on the back of his head. It wasn’t unpleasant, but was definitely a weird feeling.

“Um, so I think he’s going to scent mark you.”

Bucky looked terrified. “He’s going to what?” Bucky tried to turn around to face the dog, but the leash was preventing him from fully turning around.

“So, like when a cat rubs its body on your legs, Loki likes to rub his body on your back. He rarely does it. He must really like you.” Y/n looked surprised. She moved her hands down the leash and stood up, trying to pull Loki closer to her without it hurting Bucky or Loki.

Bucky felt a mass of weight move against his back. He caught himself before falling.

“Loki, stop,” Y/n said sternly. “Shit, I’m sorry.” She managed to get Loki to move further away from Bucky.

Bucky just laughed. “It’s okay. Not what I expected when I came over here. You said it’s cuz he likes me.”

“Well, he’s marking you as his.” Y/n moved to look at Bucky’s back and winced. “I’m sorry. Your back is now full of dog fur.” She made to brush some of it off.

“It’s fine.” Bucky felt a sudden surge of confidence. He had thought Y/n was pretty. “If you wanna make it up to me, you can let me take you to dinner one night, maybe show me around the area?”

Y/n looked surprised. She had never had someone come on to her like that before, but she couldn’t deny she was interested in the gorgeous brunette. “I can make it up to you by letting you take me out? Shouldn’t I be the one paying?”

“I’m old fashioned.” Bucky waived off her comment. “So, what do you say?”

Y/n smiled. “I’d like that. Let me give you my number and we can set up the details.”

Bucky unlocked his phone and held it out to Y/n. Y/n reached out and quickly put in her number, sending herself a text. She heard a R2-D2 beep, letting her know the text had gone through. She handed the phone back to Bucky, who saved her number.

“I sent myself a text, so I know not to ignore your call. I tend to not answer unknown calls.”

“Smart. Well, I’ll be seeing you soon then.” Bucky leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Bye, Bucky.” Y/n had a slightly dazed look in her eyes, surprised by Bucky’s kiss. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the giant smile she felt coming. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

Y/n turned away and led Loki on to walk more. Bucky made his way back over to Sam, who was smirking.

“So, where are you taking me to dinner?”

Bucky looked at Sam. “Normally, I’d have a comment, but as I got a date with a beautiful dame, I’m gonna let it go.”

Sam smiled victoriously. They made their way over to the car. “Let’s go to dinner and you can tell me about her.”

[tailwindpets]

How Knee Braces Give Dogs a Second Chance at Mobility

It was a bright Saturday morning when Lucy, a spirited two-year-old Labrador Retriever, bounded into the yard, her tail wagging like a flag in the wind. But as she tried to leap over a small mound of dirt, she landed awkwardly and let out a yelp. Her owner, Sarah, rushed over to find Lucy limping and favoring her left hind leg. After a visit to the veterinarian, the diagnosis was a torn ACL—an injury that could sideline her for months. Heartbroken at the thought of Lucy’s active lifestyle coming to a halt, Sarah learned about dog knee braces and how they could provide her pup a second chance at mobility.

Understanding the Impact of Dog Knee Braces

Knee braces for dogs are becoming increasingly recognized as a vital tool in helping our furry companions regain their mobility after injuries, surgeries, or chronic conditions. These braces are designed to stabilize the knee joint, providing essential support that reduces pain and encourages healing.

1. A Boon for Injured Dogs

For dogs like Lucy who suffer from knee injuries, a dog knee brace can significantly impact recovery. According to a study published in the Journal of the American Veterinary Medical Association, approximately 1 in 3 dogs will develop some form of knee injury in their lifetime. This alarming statistic highlights the need for effective solutions like knee braces.

The right brace can support the healing process by stabilizing the knee joint and preventing further damage. After a few weeks of wearing her brace, Lucy was able to run and play again, much to Sarah’s relief.

2. Enhancing Post-Surgical Recovery

Knee braces are not just for preemptive care; they also play a critical role post-surgery. Dogs undergoing surgical procedures for ACL repairs often need additional support during their recovery. Research indicates that dogs that use knee braces after ACL surgery recover about 30% faster than those who do not use them (Veterinary Orthopedic Society).

By providing that extra layer of stability, dog braces help dogs like Lucy regain confidence in their movements, allowing them to gradually return to their active lives without the fear of re-injury.

3. Supporting Aging and Arthritic Dogs

Not all dogs are recovering from acute injuries. Many older dogs suffer from arthritis, which can severely limit their mobility and overall quality of life. In fact, about 20% of dogs over the age of one experience arthritis symptoms, according to the American Animal Hospital Association.

Knee braces can alleviate the discomfort associated with arthritis by providing support that reduces strain on the joint. As Sarah noticed with Lucy, the brace allowed her to walk more comfortably, making it easier for her to engage in activities she once loved.

4. The Psychological Boost

It’s not just the physical benefits that knee braces offer; they can also provide a significant psychological boost. Dogs are sensitive creatures, and they can become anxious when their mobility is impaired. Using a knee brace for dogs helps restore a sense of security and confidence, allowing them to engage in normal activities without hesitation.

Sarah observed a marked change in Lucy’s behavior. Once shy and hesitant to join in play, Lucy began to trot around the yard with her tail held high again, showing a renewed zest for life.

Choosing the Right Dog Knee Brace

When selecting a knee brace for your dog, it’s crucial to consider a few factors:

Fit and Comfort: A well-fitted brace should allow your dog to move comfortably without restriction. Always consult with your veterinarian for sizing recommendations.

Material Quality: Look for braces made from breathable, durable materials that can withstand active use while providing adequate support.

Consultation with Professionals: A veterinary or canine rehabilitation specialist can help determine the best type of brace for your dog’s specific needs and injuries.

Conclusion: A New Lease on Life

Thanks to her knee brace, Lucy was able to enjoy life to the fullest once again. She raced through the yard, explored new trails on walks, and played fetch with Sarah, all while staying safe and supported.

Knee braces have proven to be invaluable for many dogs, providing not just physical support but also a renewed sense of confidence and joy. For any dog owner facing the heart-wrenching challenge of mobility issues, a dog knee brace can indeed give your furry friend a second chance at life.

By taking proactive steps to protect and support their joints, we can ensure our dogs remain happy and active companions for years to come.

Sources:

Journal of the American Veterinary Medical Association

Veterinary Orthopedic Society

American Animal Hospital Association