While we were in the waiting room an acquaintance came in and we started chatting about her daughter who I know, and their dogs; and then she said "So what happened to you?". I was just about to tell her about Django slashing his leg open on a bit of sharp tree when I realised she was talking about ME! happily sitting there with my crutches. It just goes to show how we get used to things; and at that moment all my thoughts were on my poor little puppy.
One of our favourite lady vets was on duty; she looked at the wound and said the problem is that it is this way up:
|This is a black & white Pointer's front leg ;-)|
and said something about the blood flowing from top to bottom which means it's not flowing into the torn edges of the 'flap'. It would be much simpler if it had been this way up:
Had he had any breakfast? Yes at 7am. Ok well he'll just have a sedative rather than an anaesthetic then. OK good (my head also thinking a sedative must be cheaper than a full on anaesthetic...).
"Give us a call at about 1 o'clock to see how he is." OK.
Meanwhile Django was standing there wagging his tail asking for the dog treat he normally gets on a vet visit!
It was about 2.45pm before he was ready and awake enough to be collected; the nurse who talked us through everything looked at me and said "Is that still from your car crash?" - she must have been on duty when Django was brought in for his 3-day check over; and she remembered him from when he was a puppy, too! All the staff in our vet practice are lovely.
Here is a picture of the two invalids; he has a lovely luminous yellow bandage:
Oh and I'll be getting the insurance claim form out... £192!
But he's worth it.