30 August 2008

oh dear

The end of the month is bath time, flea and tick treatment time, and to add insult to injury, also time for a trim and more disinfectant on the wound. I type one-handed; on my lap is one quietly seething but also appreciative dog who has never wanted to be a lap-dog! Affection in the form of scratching only, please!

He has to stay on my lap until the prescribed disinfectant dries on the wound. I think it should have had stitches but they weren't suggested. He has finally fallen asleep, (bravo Zacchi) and I am uncomfortably wet underneath him.

We have a kind of truce; Zacchi says "I will hide under the bed and promise not to lick the wound if you will leave the collar off".
I am not so sure about that...

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