At lunch, I was making a big bottle of a concoction that always blows the lid off the gallon container I mix it in, if it has a chance. It’s my secret dog pee shampoo for the ground. Well, I guess it pretty much happened as the minutes ticked by and I was getting later on the leaving home part and going back to work part, so I did a quick turn of the bottle to mix it, and when I flipped it over and flipped the lid so it could breathe, MOG! That’s when Fort Doberdale had its first volcanic erruption. Would’ve been nice if it smelled better. Lots of foam. And vinegar fragrance. Yes, one of the secret ingredients IS vinegar. Uh huh. That is why I sit at my desk at work this afternoon smelling like a Ceasar salad. I’m trying to be a hermit.
On another front, last night Leissl the Wubba player…
…cut her paw and I do not know how. What I do know is when you have a few paws around, it’s not as easy as one would think to track the dog and paw that’s leaving bloody imprints all over the white tile floor. When I did, eeegads, it was ugly!
I cleaned the paw with peroxide, put some Qwik Stop on it, cotton and gauze. After that, I washed the blood off the floor. Later, I found more blood spots. Leissl’s bandage was leaking blood. Mon Dieu! This was some time around 11:30 on the p.m. dial. Bandage was blood soaked, so I had to remove it, and get out the liquid Qwik Stop. That stuff stinks. And so does blood. I don’t like the smell of either. I bandaged Leissl’s paw again, and this time, I put her in a crate so she would be still all night. Went to bed.
During the night, I heard what I now believe is a paw boomerang. This is when Leissl would hold onto the end of the bandage, pull her back paw away while clamping onto the bandage. When the pull outweighed the grasp, the paw would go flying against the side of the crate. Bang! This went on during the night, and by morning, the bandage was off – it was just sitting in her crate like a complete and whole cast. Yes, she pulled that off in one piece.
When I let her out in the morning, Leissl had her back leg in the air and her toes were contorted. Imagine my surprise! I’ve seen a lot, but this was special. Mind you, her back leg was shaking as if it was having spasms. I have about one hour to do everything I need to do in the morning, and I knew I was in trouble with this fine mess. So I hauled Leissl’s hiney inside, gave the paw a peroixed bath, pulled off the caked on Qwik Stop, (yuk!), and slathered some Neosporin in the paw crevices, wrapped lightly with gauze, put a sock on, wrapped top of sock with gauze (hot pink), and put a no bite on her. Then I fed her and the FDSP breakfast. She actually ate! That was a relief. Though I’m not sure if she did so in order to have amunition to poop out later in the day so I will have something to come home to.
At work, I called my vet’s office to be sure I’d have a slot to take Leissl in this afternoon should we need it. But when I went back home at lunch to see how my poopsie woopsie was doing, she was much much better and there were no gifts on the floor. She was standing on her socked paw, wiggling butt, so I took off the no-bite collar and let her be free. When I left, though, I re-collared her because I know her. She’d have taken the sock off by the time I got home, otherwise.
Let’s see what surprises await me when I get home tonight.
Helen
Pippin chooses to relax in one of the spots voted most like to get trampled while sun bathing.
