two hundred and eighteen
charlie cut himself or stabbed himself on a stick while swimming today so our dog walk became a trip to the vet instead. he got a bunch of stitches and has a drain in his side and is now lounging on the couch being as pathetic as possible.
they stitched him up and he has a drain. the drain comes out in 3 days and then the stitches come out in 2 weeks. he has antibiotics and rimadyl but we're not supposed to give him any until tomorrow which completely sucks because right now, he's crying and crying. he quiets a bit when i pet him, but sometimes he just keeps crying. he has a cone (which maggie was quite alarmed by), but we took it off since we're here and can supervise. he's shown no inclination to even lick at himself. we unfolded the futon in the living room so he can sleep on that and not have to jump up on the bed, but of course he's on the couch (his choice).
he was at the vet for like forever because they were so busy - it must've been horrible. :(
jef just got home from a quick shopping trip and getting us dinner and we just took the dogs out to pee and charlie peed like a gallon, it clearly hurts him to walk down stairs. they gave him IV fluids at the vet because he was dehydrated and all i could think was that charlie would have to pee so bad from swimming anyway. :(
ward's pond looks like this today.
on a cat tail leaf.
i found a yellow bear in a box maggie was investigating while we were waiting for charlie to come out of the vet.
after we picked charlie up from the vet, i took maggie on a walk to hopefully get her tired and less annoying. i don't think it worked very well. it was pretty and shiny out there though.
