“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.
This dog’s unexpected surgery | PrestonSpeaks.com
Sending healing energy to sweet Preston!
Oh my Lord Preston! I’m so sorry about this! You rest and feel better soon. I love you
Dang Preston, we sure are sorry to hear you got hurt. The rents are taking the best care of you so you do your part and get all better soon.
Aww so sorry, get well soon.
We are so sorry to hear this and hope you will be back to yourself soon!! Sending healing licks and love. Dakota
Sweet Preston I am so sorry you got hurt. I know it has not been fun having to go to the vet and have all kinds of things done. I also know you don’t feel good. I’m praying for your speedy recovery and as little pain as possible. Poor Elvis just didn’t understand he hurt you. I hope you both can both live together peacefully. I send my love to Elvis, Daisy, the rents and especially you. Let us know how you are foing. I know you’ll soon be back attending the pet expos. Hugs!!!
We are so sorry about your injury. Hope everything will heal quickly for you! Schooner and Skipper play hard too. You and your brother Elvis are just like human kids. Sometimes playing turns in a little scrapping and someone gets hurt. I am sure Elvis is sorry! Have a speedy recovery!
OMG, I was just thinking about you, Preston! I was thinking and wondering how you were doing. Then pops up this message which really scared me at first. I feel sad that you have to wear the collar, but it is for the best. Maybe, the stitches will heal if you rest a little. I know that it really is hard for a Westie to rest, but think about getting the funnel off soon. I would never have thought a bite from playing can cause such unwanted distress. Also, I am sure your rents, weren’t happy about the worry and extra time spent going to the vet. Although, I am sure they are happy that it isn’t the worse. It’s good that Elvis and Daisy can go in your place to your job! Get well soon, and you will forget it even happened, and you all will be up to snuff, and ready to play once again. Always, something with our furbabies. Rachel.
hello preston and family;
sorry for the daunting of your incident. jack sends his best wishes for you. he too is under restricted schedule. he had acl surgery april 28th and is uncomfortable with being unable to play and interact. he is on the mend but has several more weeks and post-op visits. his leg is weak and he is unable to bear much weight on it. it is getting better but running, jumping, rough housing and other activities are not advised. his potty time is his only time to be out of his crate.
Poor Jack! We hope he gets feeling better soon and I know he has a great mommy who will take wonderful care of him 🙂
Ouch! Glad you’re doing better. You have to learn the warning growl! Callie knows it really well. She teaches all the fosters not to bother her!