Joke for the audiophiles: we got our woofer re-coned! (No, I don’t get it, but Mr Beloved laughed and laughed!)
Poor Miss Emmalumpdogg! Remember last Monday she got an owie? We thought it was healing, but turns out it wasn’t. So back to the vet this morning.
Because Emmalumpdogg had been crying and obviously in pain, we agreed that the best option was surgery to close up the wound and make sure there was no underlying issue.
It took five stitches to fix the owie, and Nadia the vet said there was lots of deep bruising in the tissue. Anyway… She has anti-inflammatory meds and antibiotics, and gets the stitches out in 10-14 days, all going well.
She’s very, very drowsy tonight. And we are very broke. But what can you do when you love an Emmalumpdogg?
Poor silly Emmalumpdogg gave herself and us a scare… Afternoon zoomies after her walk, she went chasing up our side yard and caught her side on a fencing panel that wasn’t secured. I heard her scream and saw her lying down, panting, and feared the worst, but luckily she’d only torn off a bit of skin (with one slightly deeper point) and grazed her inside back leg… Quick call and car ride to the vet 10 minutes away, antibiotic injection, and vet confirmed Emmalumpdogg was definitely more frightened than hurt. The worst part was having to wash off her wounds with dilute betadine when we got home… “That stings, mummy!” She’s sleeping it off and doesn’t want her tea, even though it includes her favourite things… Frozen baby peas and sardines in springwater.
From the first time we saw her as an intelligent-eyed 18 week old puppy on the RSPCA website, to our first meeting; her first nervous slink into the yard, to owning the bed… Ms Emmalumpdogg has come a long way since November 19!