Alas, the Hound has a poorly. We call it “a poorly” because he has hurt himself but refuses to behave in a fragile or unwell manner – He cannot be categorised as “sick” – He’s still bounding around but then drops the floor, obsessively licking his wound. He pulled his dew claw after a romp on the beach and it just wouldn’t stop bleeding. We bathed, inspected and wrapped it in bandage but after 5 days it just wasn’t healing up. He’s somehow smashed one of his front dew claws so that it’s split and oozing – Like a parrots beak with a squashed worm trapped inside. Not a pretty sight.Shudder.
Off to the vets we go, a 20 minute car ride and he’s momentarily excited by the thought we might be going to a walk he loves with new sniffs and fresh views, but as we approach the car park his ears slump and he’s no longer eager to leave the car.
20 mins and £100 later we have anti-inflammatries, and anti-biotics and instructions to do salt water bathes twice a day…Oscar’s enthusiasm has buckled and so has my purse.
The St Leonards Hairy Houdini 