As I mentioned in one of my previous posts [Sally and Mr. Pickwick], we had had to take Sally back to out vet, Dr. Patton, for another treatment of her old wounds, inflicted by some nasty javalinas, and now she’s back again with us. Dr. Patton cut that old wound with the abscess in it open again and put a drainage tube in. And so as that she won’t pull that out, our poor Sally now has to wear a plastic collar, which she doesn’t like at all. That’s what our poor girl looks like now:
Look how frightened she is – tail between her legs and head lowered:
I think it’s not so much the collar as such that frightens her, but the fact that she can’t see as well as before, what’s to her right and left, and especially what’s just in front of her feet. I noticed that when I got her back from Dr. Patton yesterday and she was reluctant to jump out of the car because she could not see the floor.
Look at her sad face here:
And this is what that wound looks like in a close-up:
It really doesn’t look nice, does it?
She feels much safer inside the house, btw. In here, she even wags her tail happily. And, of course, she gets spoiled now. She gets her food inside the house, something we don’t usually do , and she gets nice treats, with yummy bacon and tinned food. And she also gets her medicine [she has to take antibiotics three times a day] wrapped in bacon. She likes that very much and it’s absolutely easy to get the medication into her that way.
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