I took Jake in for a check-up today to make sure that he’s healing okay from his pellet gun wound. The hole has gotten larger, but they said that it’s due to dead tissue around the entry wound dying and coming off. It looks like the infection is clearing up and they were able to look a little deeper to make sure that there wasn’t any deeper damage done.
I was mowing this afternoon and the neighbor walked over to ask how the dog was. I told him that he was going back to the vet today. The neighbor said that he spoke to his grandkids and they said that they hadn’t shot their guns in over a month. Of course they haven’t! I mean, 10 and 12 year olds are known for their maturity, honesty, and taking responsibility for their actions, right?
So, we have an old wounded dog that was shot by a pellet that mysteriously fell out of the sky… sent straight from heaven to punish Jake for his gluttony. I knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time. The dog can eat a giant scoop full of food in .3 seconds. Duchess better watch out… no telling what will fall from the sky to punish her for all the stuff she eats in the yard.
I have to take Jake back to the vet on Wednesday so they can check his healing progress again. I had him in an e-collar (the cone of shame) yesterday and they said he doesn’t have to wear it anymore as long as he behaves and doesn’t mess with it too much.
Jake is quite happy to be able to play with toys again…
And the grody picture of the wound…
Poor guy – and Duchess has even taken over her favorite spot on the bed again and kicked him on to the floor. To make up for it Jake got all the pizza crusts from tonight though, so I guess it’s all good.