Poor Little Guy
Pappy and I went to the dog park this morning, as usual. What wasn't usual is that we were meeting up with geocaching dog blogger, 3dogcache (motto: "dogs go with geocaching like pickles with peanut butter; no, really, it's good"), and her three pooches, Maggie, Ellie, and Andy.
Pappy was playing feverishly with all comers, and at one point I thought I saw a flash of red on his side. I looked him over but didn't find anything. An hour's play later I saw it again, but this time I found it-- a rather ugly gash behind his shoulder. Everybody at the dog park was really helpful, and one guy was apologetic and really worried that his dog had caused it (but my first glimpse came long before he arrived). We went straight to the vet. She said because of the way the skin was pulled apart, it wasn't going to heal without sutures. So Pappy's getting sedated and stitched up as I write this.
Pappy has this incredible pain tolerance, and it really worries me at times. He got his chip implanted without a sound, had a cordless phone dropped on his head without noticing, and I'm always finding scratches and cuts. He's a skinny twerp playing rough with much bigger dogs, and it doesn't seem like he knows when to ease up. One of these days I'm afraid he's going to snap a leg and still be trying to wrestle Jack.
No dog park for Pappy tomorrow, but we'll be back next weekend.
2 comments:
Poor Pappy! We're glad that it's not "serious" and we'll miss seeing him tomorrow. Looks like Jack will have to satisfy himself with rasslin' with his sister.
I think he'll be feeling a lot better in a day or so. Next time you see him he's going to be the patchwork dog-- we can't tell how much of his side they shaved, but it looks big. And they shaved around a hotspot on his tail too. Tell Jack not to laugh.
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