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.

Barbed wire

Ouch! On my long walk on Tuesday, I tried to jump over a 4 foot barbed wire fence and caught my back legs on it. I've been very brave, and Daddy only noticed the wound when I started licking it back home. Anyway, Daddy has got some cream for it and needs some devious tactics to apply it. I am very suspicious of him at the moment but it is getting better.