So much for superglue
Well so much for superglue. The glue the vet used to stick the dressing to my back might be perfect to glue children’s heads back together but it doesn’t work well on the furry back of a dog. My dressing is already coming off. Unfortunately, the end of my wound has been weeping too, so Mum really doesn’t want it to come off just yet. She says if necessary she will take me to the vet. Failing that, her only option is to wrap something around it and if the weather were cooler she might consider trying that, but it’s a little too warm to want to add any extra layers to my fur.
I’m just doing my best to try to keep my wound clean and dry. I’ve been such a good patient so far. It’s frustrating that things aren’t quite going to plan.
Early lunch
‘Do you mind having an early lunch, Wilma? We’ve got friends coming.’
Oh there are so many answers to that question. Firstly, I never mind eating early as long as if I’m feeling peckish later I can have a little more. Secondly, given Mum knows when my meal times are, why is she inviting people to arrive at a time that is supposed to be about me? Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, why am I not included? I’m more than happy to have pizza if that’s what’s on offer. This being crate bound for my recovery is really becoming very tiresome. It’s not like I feel ill and want to sleep all the time. I feel quite well apart from a little discomfort.
Maybe this week if the lower part of my wound starts to heal up we can begin my longer walks. Mum has said I need to be careful to keep it out of the sun for a while, so we shall see. I’m willing to go out at five in the morning before the sun really gets going.
Love
Wilma
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