Puppy Update (Pupdate?)
Well, I went up to my parents' yesterday after work to see my poor sweet doggy.
She was, as always, very excited to see me. (She loves the heck outta me, even though I don't live there. It's awesome.) She whined and fussed and told me all about the horrible thing that had happened to her, and I petted her and hugged her and let her lick my face all she wanted.
She didn't look that bad. She was slower than usual, but still happy and playful...though Mom did say that this was the first time she'd really been playful since the attack. Must have been me being there. She had some nasty staples in an 1.5" slice on her belly, and lots of other smaller bites and punctures on her belly and legs, only one or two of which were big enough to need staples.
But it was her neck that almost toppled me. When I first got there, she had a snazzy pink fabric sheath over it and I complimented her on her stylish new scarf. But of course, it was really there to protect the wounds underneath. When you can't see those, she doesn't look all that bad.
But Mother wanted me to take pictures of all the wounds, to document them while still relatively fresh and unhealed. When she pulled that pink scarf off my baby's neck, my knees actually shook and I almost couldn't stay upright.
There are holes. Gaping, seeping holes in my sweet puppy's neck.
An inch long each, and so deep they have to keep them open and draining so infection can't set in. And that doesn't even touch on the huge long slices that are ugly and bristling with staples. But it was the holes that hurt my heart, even though I was expecting something like them.
It is so unfair to her! She is the sweetest, best, most loyal and loving animal I have ever known, and she's gone through so much pain in her four short years! My little girl doesn't deserve that kind of pain!
She was, as always, very excited to see me. (She loves the heck outta me, even though I don't live there. It's awesome.) She whined and fussed and told me all about the horrible thing that had happened to her, and I petted her and hugged her and let her lick my face all she wanted.
She didn't look that bad. She was slower than usual, but still happy and playful...though Mom did say that this was the first time she'd really been playful since the attack. Must have been me being there. She had some nasty staples in an 1.5" slice on her belly, and lots of other smaller bites and punctures on her belly and legs, only one or two of which were big enough to need staples.
But it was her neck that almost toppled me. When I first got there, she had a snazzy pink fabric sheath over it and I complimented her on her stylish new scarf. But of course, it was really there to protect the wounds underneath. When you can't see those, she doesn't look all that bad.
But Mother wanted me to take pictures of all the wounds, to document them while still relatively fresh and unhealed. When she pulled that pink scarf off my baby's neck, my knees actually shook and I almost couldn't stay upright.
There are holes. Gaping, seeping holes in my sweet puppy's neck.
An inch long each, and so deep they have to keep them open and draining so infection can't set in. And that doesn't even touch on the huge long slices that are ugly and bristling with staples. But it was the holes that hurt my heart, even though I was expecting something like them.
It is so unfair to her! She is the sweetest, best, most loyal and loving animal I have ever known, and she's gone through so much pain in her four short years! My little girl doesn't deserve that kind of pain!