Regular readers around here will know that Geoff and I have a HUGE soft spot for animals. Ours are our kids and we’ll make sure that they eat and go to the vet before we go to the grocery store or the doctor. They are our family.
As a result, we spend a lot of time helping other animals, individuals, and rescue groups get animals in need the care and homes they need. Today I’m going to tell you about two of them. One of them is a lot luckier than the other but they’re both special in their own way. I hope you’ll take the time to listen to their stories and help if you can.
I was reading an article on Boston.com about a rather inspired prank pulled by the graduating class at a local high school when this link at the bottom of the article caught my eye. It was one of those, “if you’re reading this article then you’ll like this one too!” type of things.
To continue on our slightly macabre thread from yesterday, I’m following up with this story that popped up on Boston.com the other day. I am hoping that this one won’t generate the Google hits that yesterday’s post did. Traffic we like, really disturbing search terms bringing people here, not so much.
Smoky scared us very badly yesterday. He’d been having a so-so week. After his pretty much triumphant return from having his ablation and then release back into general population he’d been getting along pretty well. He eventually started to dislike his pill pockets and so pilling him became a twice daily ritual of tracking him down and shooting pills down his throat with a pill popper.
As you may imagine that was no fun for any of us involved, least of all him.
Yesterday was Smoky’s drop off day for his I-131 treatment. Per the instructions for his admission, he’d been off of his methimazole for a week. Over the last week we’d been monitoring him carefully. He’d been more heat sensitive than usual, he’d been breathing a bit heavier than normal, and his skin was getting drier and itchier. On Sunday night I had to clean his ears and treat the driest of his skin with petroleum jelly because it was just so itchy and flaky that he was scratching it until it bled.
A week and a half ago, specifically Sunday June 19th, we noticed that there was something wrong with Rerun. For those of you who know Rerun that’s a pretty general statement. He’s a weird little dog. Specifically, this time he had a foot problem. He’d apparently managed to impale a toe or get bitten or something. Either way, it wasn’t pretty. His second toe on his front left foot was approximately three times the size it should have been and he had licked/nibbled on it to the point that hair was missing.
Knowing Rerun’s temper, we muzzled him, wrapped him in a blanket, and functionally hog tied him to keep from hurting himself. He thrashed, growled, probably swore, and tried, despite the muzzle, to eat whatever human body part got closest to him. Despite all of this we managed to bathe his paw in hydrogen peroxide, clean it, and drain the infection out of it. Because it looked like, at minimum, an allergic infection, we gave him a weight appropriate dose of Benadryl and decided to call the vet first thing in the morning.
We called when they opened and they had an opening at 11:15am. By the time we got there is was clear that he was feeling a little better, but his toe was still quite swollen. The vet, one of the newer members of the practice took a look, inspected all of his feet, and upon finding out from us that he was a self nail trimming dog, opined that it was most likely that he’d split his nail to the quick while chewing on it and that’s how the infection had gotten in. When she showed me that there was, um, infected fluid, coming out from under his nail, it made total sense.
We came home with a scrip for pain meds, 3 weeks of antibiotics, and the Cone of Shame. That’s right, Rerun got an e-collar. This immediately turned him into a Zombie Dog. He came in the door and refused to move. He just lay down wherever was most inconvenient and remained there like a rock. A rock with Sad Puppy Eyes.
Naturally this required pictures. For posterity, of course.
If you look closely in the photos you can see the swollen toe on his front left foot. It looks MUCH better now and he’s clearly feeling better, though he still HATES the e-collar. If I can get any more photos without inducing him to kill me in my sleep, I will.
This landed in my inbox today via my daily Etsy email. I have NO idea what the, um, artist? was thinking. Porcupine quills are dangerous even after they have been shed. Why on earth anyone would want to wear this around their neck is beyond me. Also, any guesses as to whether or not the TSA would let you get it on a plane?
From the Etsy page: A fringe of natural African porcupine quills radiates from a half circle of Australian peanutwood stone rondelles for this urban-gypsy, warrior-princess-with-a-little-bit-of-glam thrown in, statement necklace.
Each naturally-shed quill is approximately 4″ long. Their tips have been carefully filed down and are no longer sharp, but some care should still be taken when wearing this piece (i.e., remove prior to all amorous activity).
What? “Amorous activity?” Yep, this is why Regretsy exists.