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IS IT DUG, OR IS IT ABBY?
THE WORLD WONDERS.
UP OR DOWN?
MAY WE HAVE YOUR PAWTOGRAPHS, PLEASE?
Hey Hounders, Abby (Dabby-Doo) here with some "splaining to do." But first, do you notice the striking resemblance between me and that dashing movie star Dug from the Disney-Pixar movie "UP?" Isn't he just dreamy?
Y'all might have noticed that I am wearing the infamous C.O.S. (Cone Of Shame) and it isn't as a tribute to Dug. I have been wearing it for almost two weeks now. Seems that while we were having our internet problems we had a back yard brawl involving a significant segment of the pack.
Shelby Belle has been very disagreeable of late and one morning she kinda went berzerko and her and J.E.B decided to take it out on me. Fortunately mom was home at the time and she quickly broke up the scuffle. I had been put down on my back in the mud and had quite a few open and bleeding bite wounds. Mom brought me in and gave me a bath and then she started doctoring me up.
By the time dad got home I was looking a lot better. I had numerous small wounds on my neck and back but one particularly nasty piercing on my right hind leg inner thigh. The bleeding had stopped but mom and dad could see inside the skin. They started me on antibiotics and said I'd be going to the see vet the next morning. Mom took me to see Doctor Collins at Confederate Ridge Animal Hospital. Dr. Collins said mom had done the right thing and told mom to keep the piercing clean with saline and to use a cream on it and to continue my antibiotics for 10 days. I was awarded the C.O.S. because I insisted on licking off the cream and chewing on the hole. Well, I got to stay in the house as a Princess with Sophie and Patti; a arrangement that I'm sure will continue. Everything was going GReat and my leg wound is healing up nicely, in fact, it is now closed and scabbed over. Then last Friday evening, mom noticed a large lump on my back, about the size of a tennis ball. It hadn't been there Friday morning. Mom had dad look at it. Dad determined that it was a fluid sack, probably an abscess from on e of my wounds. Dad said it felt just like a water balloon. He said the fact that it got so big so quickly and was just fluid was good, obviously not a tumor. They decided that mom should try to drain the fluid with a syringe. Well mom got 4 syringes full of a pinkish watery liquid out of the lump and made it just about totally go away. The syringes went into the refrigerator in a sealed bag to go along to the vet's with me. Saturday morning mom took me up to CRAH, this time to see Doctor Newman. Dr. Newman said that once again mom had done the correct stuff. She upped my antibiotic from 500mgs to 750mgs. She shaved all the hair off my back around where my lump had been and she took a scalpel and 'lanced" the lump to drain out all of the remaining fluid. She said that the antibiotics I had been taking for my leg wound had kept the liquid from being a thick yellow or pink substance. She put an absorbent pad on the lancing and wrapped a big belly bandage around me. I wore that until Sunday night when mom and dad took it off and cleaned me up.
I am still draining a small amount of fluid but nothing gross. I now have a small bandage over my lance and dad says that the drainage seems to have just about stopped. I'm still on my 750mgs of AB twice a day. Funny thing is that I've felt fine and acted normally through the entire episode. Of course I'd easily be able to reach the lance if I didn't have the C.O.S. to inhibit me so that's staying on my head. Mom and dad call it my hat. It actually has a few advantages.
I can completely cover my food bowl and treats with it so that no one else can steal any of my chow. Mom takes it off of me but only while I'm having my rawhide because I need to hold the chewy with my front paws while I gnaw on it. Dad says that the C.O.S. needs a rubber bumper around the rim edge because I'm always bumping into him and mom and he says it hurts.
- Abby and The Bumpass Hounds and Kitties
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