WARNING: This post contains photos that might make the squeemish urp. Continue at your own risk.
Libby has another abcess in her skin! This time it’s on her back. It’s smaller than the one on her neck was but it started to drain on it’s own..or the fact that she could reach it and was licking or scratching it broke it open.
Of course, it’s a holiday weekend. I am struggling with myself about calling the on-call vet to get her started on antibiotics. Of course, that would be hugely expensive, so I’m trying not to do it. We are using hot compresses. I cleaned it with hydrogen peroxide and my sister went to PetSmart and got a cone.
The goofy dog stood stock still in that spot for over 20 minutes. Apparently, the wearing of a red plastic cone renders one paralyzed.
So, we progressed to plan B. A sterile pad held in place by a fairly loose ace bandage. She must know that if this doesn’t work (i.e., she chews at it or gets it off) it’s back on with the cone because she has left it alone and is now sleeping like a poor pathetic patient at my feet. Of course the fact that Lord Harrington (my sister’s dog) has gone home might have something to do with the fact that she sleeps the sleep of the exhausted.
So this whole adventure again begs the question: “Why is it that as soon as I get $3.00 in my checking account something comes up that’s going to cost $5.00?”
Not that I actually “had” $3.00 in my checking account. I owe all my “extra” money to the CPE program, not to mention my lawyer!
It’s a good thing that JL called Thursday night with another project. I have to say, I don’t hate the way he trys to sell me on the projects and his “solutions. ” As if I wouldn’t take the job if I thought it was going to be crap. Little does he know that at this point in my life, I’d do freelance work for a crap project as long as the money was still green and printed in the USA.
A little ironic that I’ve sold out so much in my corporate identity in order to further my Deaconess identity, ain’t it? Or maybe it’s just getting better at letting down the perfectionist benchmark. At any rate, keep the work coming. Momma’s poodle needs a dermatologist!