Indy has graduated to every-other-day bandage changes and his wound is healing quite well. I have to take Dr Blabs' word on that, LOL, because I can't bear to look at it right now. It's in the "ugly phase".
It's weird because medical stuff doesn't really bother me, not even when it comes to my own dogs, but when Indy's concerned, it's different (or so I'm finding out).
His poor footie is all pruney-looking because it's been bandaged for so long.
He's SO good for the bandage changes and doesn't fight it or flop around at all. He just lays there and lets Dr Blabs do what she needs to do. As soon as that bandage comes off he wants to lick that leg so bad, LOL. Instead, he licks the hands of whoever is holding him.
Indy is such a PITA when it comes to getting his meds -- he KNOWS there are pills in whatever food I'm trying to give him and he gets lockjaw. We've tried every thing. Cream cheese, pasta, meats, deli meats, you name it, he eats it and spits out the pills. Can't give him peanut butter because he already has an upset digestive system because of the meds. So, we're going to try baby food today and hopefully that will help. He gets the Metacam in a syringe, squirted into his mouth. I'd like to thank my husband for teaching Indy that the syringe is a toy and that's it's fun to snap at and chew on it while getting squirted with water.
Oh, and he HATES his bucket with a passion. I had to go out to do errands today and this was the first time that I've left him alone since the surgery. I had to put him in his crate with the bucket (cone) on his head so he wouldn't bother the bandage. He glared at me during the entire time I put the bucket on him and tied it to his collar and he glared at me while I was locking up the house. I came back 2 1/2 hours later to find him sitting in the EXACT same spot in his crate, glaring daggers at me.
As soon as I opened the crate door, he bolted out and slammed into me, then started thrashing his head around. I took the bucket off him and he stalked/limped over to the sunspot and turned his back on me when he threw himself down.
Never make someone a priority in your life when that someone treats you like an option.