What does Sir Walter Raleigh and my dog, Oscar, have in common?
Well, they’re both wearing Elizabethan collars!
In Oscar’s case, it’s not a 16th century fashion statement, but a necessity.
The poor lad was badly bitten on his front leg and after three days of drainage tubes, the doctor could see the muscle and state, “It looks like mincemeat in there!”
She cancelled all her appointments to operate on him immediately.
And … after an hour on the operating table,
Two metres of sewing thread
And sixty stitches!!
My fuzzy buddy is at home with meds that would make even the most enthusiastic junkie happy.
Unfortunately, the op means six weeks of rest and only teeny-tiny walks. I’m sure both of us will be going mad(der) by the end of it – although I have promised myself to get out for those lovely long energizing walks anyway.
It won’t be the same without my faithful companion, but at least he’ll be sunbathing in winter sunshine and getting plenty of love.
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