Friday, 20 February 2009
My war wound
Daddy was encouraged to take me to the vet because of the gash from the barbed wire on Tuesday. So, off we went. (I didn't know what all the fuss was about.) Anyway, I was pleased to go there - I like meeting people. The vet gave me a good look and said if I had gone straight after it had happened I would have had a couple of stitches. But as it is, it is healing up with no infection and the cream that Daddy has been using has been doing its stuff. It would have to be opened up again to put stitches in now. Now it's no more cream and bathing in salt water for a week. I will have a scar but no-one will see it.