This dog’s unexpected surgery

“the tune of the Fresh Prince of Bel-air”

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I now wear a cone so people can stare

In west boro born and raised
In the backyard was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all playing fetch by my doggie pool
When my brother Elvis who was up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said going to your vet to have your side repaired.

My day on Tuesday started out uneventful hanging out all day with the rents and I even went to get my fur groomed. Elvis and I were getting along fine and even played a bit. But we got a little rough and Elvis being from the puppy mill and all doesn’t know how strong his bite is. If you have a westie or know one, we play like big dogs making mean noises and grabbing fur. Elvis grabbed me near my groin but I didn’t have any fur there (remember I had gone to the groomer) and one of his eyeteeth sunk into my sensitive private area. I admit, I got mad, because, well … it hurt, and we did get into a small fight. Still, I didn’t think it was anything serious.

The rents put me up in my crate and about an hour later they let me out to eat dinner. It hurt to walk. Mom knew something was up so she gave me an exam and found a small puncture wound where Elvis’s eyetooth went in. She got ahold of our awesome vet with Facebook messenger and she sent photos of what was going on. It was decided in the morning I had to go to the vet.

Wednesday morning I got the bad news that they needed to do surgery to make sure Elvis’s teeth didn’t hurt anything under the skin. I didn’t know this, but apparently us dogs have a lot of important stuff in that area such as organs, veins, and even tubes so we can go potty. The surgery was a success and I was in the clear. They stitched me up and sent me home with some pain meds.

The next two says I slept a lot but I was told that I would be able to go back to work in a few days once I felt like it. This is why I didn’t say anything on social media … because, as in Spam-A-Lot, or Monty Python and the Holy Grail, “Tis but a flesh wound.”

Then, today, I had to go back to the vet. Apparently my skin didn’t like the stitches and they all came out. It is now a little more serious because I am not healing right, so to fix it, I now have a drain, more stitches, some staples, and I get to go back to my vet every day over the weekend for check-ups. The worst part though is that now I have to wear this HUGE funnel. On a positive note, I did get some stronger pain meds so I am feeling a little better.

My vet has said I can’t go to Dallas next weekend for the Dallas Pet Expo because I won’t be up to it or healed all the way yet. Mom will still go and we will still give out many samples of Stewart Pets dog treats. Sorry, my Dallas pals, if I was allowed to go I would be there in a heartbeat!

As far as Elvis, he feels really bad and has said sorry several times. I know he didn’t mean to make me have to have surgery and wear a funnel of shame. I don’t hate him because he is my brother, but I know now not to play with him anymore. He has some big eyeteeth! Hehehe.

So please think of me this weekend and send healing thoughts. I need my skin to behave and start healing so I can go back outside and play with my brother and sister ASAP.

Your Pal,