Monday, July 18, 2005
This picture doesn't do it justice but Chance came home from a weekend at the grandparents with a pusy (thats pus not ...) sore on the back of his head. We figured that the knuckelhead had just bonked himself on something during his weekend shennanigans. Anyway, we didn't worry too much until the next morning when we woke up to see Chance's head, ears and neck completely covered with bumps and the pooch doing his best to rip his skin off so it was off to the vets we go. Long story short, two shots, ten days of meds and a $100 bill and he's on the mend. We still don't want to pet him though. ewwww
For such a manly looking dog he seems to be sick an awful lot. Grace, who was born with a debilitating birth defect that was supposed to have killed her years ago is still going strong and only goes to the vet for her yearly shots. Mr. Pants on the other hand is in every few months for something or other. I'm turning into more of a cat person every day.
Oh yeah, did I mention that he also got sprayed by a skunk while up at Rancho de Nelson? When will the madness end?????