Off to the Vet again!

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“Then they gave me a loaf of bread and told me to walk through the forest and give some to anyone who asked. I did exactly what they told me, and the second beggar-woman was a fairy in disguise, but instead of saying that whenever I spoke, diamonds and roses would drop from my mouth, she said that since I was so kind, I would never have any problems with my teeth.”
“Really? Did it work?”
“Well, I haven’t had a toothache since I met her.”
“I’d much rather have good teeth than have diamonds and roses drop out of my mouth whenever I said something”
― Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons

 

So yesterday Bert got the bucket off his head. All his stitches are out and he’s healing nicely.

But this morning we’re back at the vet again. Harry has been drooling and noisily rearranging his mouth and looking miserable the last day or so – the cause; a broken back molar.

Off to the vet for surgery this morning. He’ll have the tooth out, poor puppy. No more chomping on the right side for him. 🙁

 

A Little Bert Update

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“Good medicine always tastes bad.”
~ Ron Hall, Same Kind of Different as Me

 

Thank you everyone, for your love and well wishes for dear Bert.

The painful lump under his neck is in fact a very large and infected abscess. For now it has been partially drained and he has drugs. In a few weeks, if it has not resolved itself, there will be surgery. We think there may be a small foreign body, like a grass seed or a little bit of stick, from when he has been charging through the paddocks and shrubbery like a mad thing.

Bert loves cheese, and he was so hopeful that the magical cheese I made for him when we came home from the vet would be delicious.

Nope. It wasn’t.

But it is magical, being full of antibiotics…

Poor Bert! I’m making sure to give him lots of extra cuddles to help banish the misery…

Look at that little face. You can SEE the misery. 🙁
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Brave young Harry!

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“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
~ Will Rogers

 

Harry, our not quite six-month-old Blue Heeler puppy had the next of his surgeries yesterday to help accommodate his severe overbite.

His newly emerged adult lower canines were shaved down to stop them impacting his soft palate, but it’s only a temporary fix, while his teeth grow in.  He’ll need more extensive dental surgery in a month or so, and then perhaps another corrective operation after that.

We brought him home last night and then he kept us up most of the night, worrying at his leg where the drip had been, taking endless trips out to the grass to empty out all the extra fluid the vets pumped into him, and generally crying and being fretful – still dopey from the remnants of his anesthetic, and hungry but not yet allowed to eat.

It reminded me of when he first came home to us, an unweaned pup, all fidgets and hunger and a two-hour bladder.

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This morning he is bright-eyed and brimful of life. He kept leaping off the couch onto my head as I tried to meditate, and he’s checked his breakfast bowl at least twenty times…

We’re heading back to the farm soon.  Harry and I have both seen our doctors, had our shots, gotten our take-home meds and now we’re in need of some fresh air, space to run around and the healing energy of home. We’re wishing you all a wonderful weekend too. Much love to you ♥ ✿ ♥ xx

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