“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”
~ Roger A. Caras
I got the phone call no dog parent wants to have yesterday. Ben rang from the farm to say that Harry had been hurt after he chased a stick that had been spat out the back of the tractor. Ben was rushing him to the vet.
Poor Harry. The stick had shot out the back of the tractor and he’d chased off after it, but the stick impaled in the ground and Harry, racing to catch it, was then gouged by the stick as he tried to grab it with his mouth.
A ten centimetre nasty gouge that went from under his tongue and deep into his throat.
It was bleeding profusely and Harry was in great distress. As was Ben.
It took the vet two and a half hours to clean out the wound, and remove the splinters of wood.
The stick missed piercing Harry’s jugular by one millimetre. Thank goodness. If it had, there would be no more Harry.
He came out of surgery fine, but very sore. His neck is all swollen and stiff still and we need to watch him for signs of infection.
Ben brought him back to Brisbane late last night, carried him up the stairs and put him on our bed, still all sleepy from the remains of the anesthetic.
We’re keeping him quiet for ten days while it heals. Soft food only. Lots of antibiotics and pain killers. No boisterous games. Lots of pampering and extra cuddles.
You’d think he’d want to stay on the bed all day, right? He looks so tired still.
But no.
As soon as we got up this morning he slid off the bed and wobbled downstairs to the door by the garage.
Cafe time. That’s what this dog wants.
Goodness how I love my Harry! Please send a little get-better love his way today.
Thank you. 🙂
