Gerge has surgery last week on his left back foot. He had a tumor that we had removed a couple of years ago. It is not a cancer of any sort. It is a tumor filled with dead skin and hair. I have never heard of anything so strange, but it is good not to be worried about it being cancerous. Well, the vet told us last time that it would grow back and it did. George is a really bad patient. We put off having it removed for a second time because he will eat any bandgage off. So, since I am home studying and can watch him, we had it removed again last week. The price had gone up about $200. How is that for inflation. Sure enough, the second night he ate the bandage off. He did a downward recycle and deposited in the backyard the next day. He left it on the next night and then ate it off the next two. He then proceeded to do an upward recycle right on the carpet. Yes, it was nasty. Joe literally did his own upward recycle after cleaning it up. I had to get the carpet cleaner out and clean the carpet after that.
I am worried because this is a very large open wound across his entire back ankle. It was too big to stitch up. It would not have worked anyway, because he would have licked the stictches out. Joe and the vet decided to put some sulfur type of oninment on it. Joe has actually used this same medicine on a wound he had a couple of years ago and told me to ask the vet if it would work on George. The vet said yes she was thinking of that as well. I think it does look a little better. I think the oinment makes the bandages not hurt as much on the wound. So, I have taking him to the vet and changing the dressing, and doctoring him. He is quite a distraction.
Since we lost our Rudy in April, we are very afraid of anything happening to George. So, he is being pampered and given way too many treats. We tried the party hat or "E collar" for one night. He completely freaks out. He will just wildly run. Once right into my legs. I have a giant bruise where he ran into me. I put him on his bed and told him to lay down and stay, and he just sat there drooling. It was too pitiful. I just could not do it and took the collar off. However, I did snap a few pictures. You are looking a wild dog wearing the hat. He does not know why anyone would call it a party hat because he was not feeling festive wearing it at all.
This is what happens to you when you have an empty nest and a dog. You just get ridiculously silly over your pets!
