So Scout’s leg got worse. MUCH worse. We took him to the hospital where they found his entire leg was a darkish purple, mostly black with the skin just dripping off. His doctor advised that we might need to amputate his leg. Not good. Not good at all. We really weren’t aware it was this bad.
Last Saturday Scout got in a fight with a cat. Let’s just say, last Saturday I felt *really* sorry for the cat. What I didn’t know at the time was that cats are horrible horrible creatures with mouths filled with the earth’s worst bacteria. It would have been better if he was bit by a rattler (which we thought initially).
We were given seven different medications which I have to give him multiple times a day. He doesn’t like them. And he’s pretty smart in his resistance. It typically ends up with me forcing them down his throat. Not fun.
We had an unfortunate set back on Friday when he was clever enough to remove the cone and then tore off his bandages. Why dogs decide to lick wounds incessantly is beyond me. I came home on Friday to an unfortunate view of his bone as the skin had been, for the most part, licked off. Gross.
We had his leg re-wrapped (never cheap) and now he is on the road, we hope, of recovery. We find out more on Monday.