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I went on an extended weekend break home, only to be told on the drive back from the train station on Saturday that Deegan split one of his nails - vertically, ow ow ow - and went to the vets on Friday. They operated, but when he got home he bled everywhere. Went back to the vets, and wouldn't stop bleeding. He stayed overnight, and came home Saturday afternoon, bandaged and feeling sorry for himself. Then he forgot about his foot and kept trying to run around and jump like a loony - so our entire weekend was centred around keeping him calm and not hurting himself. Seriously, I wish the vets had given us tranquiliser darts. That dog is a fucking lunatic.
He went back for a check-up and is doing very well. The vet thought that the unstoppable-oh-god-oh-god bleeding might have been caused by worms(?), so he had to have some tests done. They've all come back negative, which has made my mother absolutely furious. She had to scoop up a teaspoon of faeces every time he pooed for those. THAT IS LOVE.
I took some photos on my phone of him, because he and his bandage are very cute. However, I'm wary of exploiting the sick. A conundrum.
He went back for a check-up and is doing very well. The vet thought that the unstoppable-oh-god-oh-god bleeding might have been caused by worms(?), so he had to have some tests done. They've all come back negative, which has made my mother absolutely furious. She had to scoop up a teaspoon of faeces every time he pooed for those. THAT IS LOVE.
I took some photos on my phone of him, because he and his bandage are very cute. However, I'm wary of exploiting the sick. A conundrum.