Here’s my Raymond with all his stitches. He had to spend the night at the vet because he was still snoozing yesterday at five when they closed. He’s fine. All cleaned up and they said I did a nice job with the butterfly bandages over the weekend — poor guy really took a gouge out of himself. He’s very happy to be home and is in his crate in the other room loudly licking at those parts of the wound he can reach.
And here’s poor Itchy Foot. Turns out that the reason he went so crazy the other night is that after he’d chewed the foot loose from the splint, it got wet. And because it got wet, he got a bad rash between his toes. Rash! Itch! no wonder he was going so crazy. So he spent the day at the vet’s yesterday lounging in a crate with toe-itch-powder on his foot. He’s home too — no splint, so on a very short leash shall we say. And I follow him around puffing toe-itch-powder on him when he’ll let me. He’s pretty much confined to the crate or the bed under the kitchen table, although right now he’s outside on the front porch. We’re off tomorrow to Billings to see the orthopedist where we’ll see if Humpty Dumpty can be put back together again.