I have a GOOD dog.
I also have one of the luckiest unlucky dogs in the world.
Yesterday Chandler was zooming through the woods and somehow managed to impale himself upon a stick. Getting him to the vet when he screamed whenever I picked him up or the car went over a bump was an ordeal in itself. Unfortunately, I didn't know what had happened since the stick had broken off inside, and there was no blood, so apparently they didn't find it until they did x-rays.
It turns out the stick was over 7 inches long, an inch wide, and had passed right between his jugular vein and thoracic artery to become embedded in his lower neck. The entire staff of the vet's was impressed, to say the least. (I'm thinking I need to find his guardian angel and send cookies or something.)
And during all this, he never tried to bite ANYBODY. Not me when I had to pick him up, and not any of the vet's staff. (I have a VERY good dog.)
He's home today, stuffed with antibiotics and painkiller. I'm amazed he's limping around. I'm just glad he's here.
If anyone has any suggestions about what I can do to make him more comfortable while he's recovering, I'd appreciate it. The vet was decent about "here's the pills" but less so on the other stuff. I may be mounding up the cats' blankets for him...
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