Shelly Stylin'

Late last week, the world's most annoying dachshund attacked the new boy in the mistaken belief that he had a dog treat and she didn't. In fact, he did not have a dog treat, but he thought that finally she wanted to play. They tangled, him joyfully play bowing and wrestling with her, her showing her teeth and screaming like a banshee. I pulled them apart, saw no signs of actual harm and forgot about it.

Sunday Bob noticed that she had a golf ball sized lump on the side of her neck. He had scraped her (there was barely a nick) but it had gotten infected and abscessed. So they shaved the side of her neck, put her under, opened it up, cleaned it out, stuck a tube in it to drain (which i have taken great pains not to get in the photo above because she looks like FrankenDachshund on the other side.)

Problem, she couldn't wear an e collar (one of those cone thingies they put on dogs and cats) because the surgery was in her neck, where the collar would sit. But she couldn't be allowed to scratch the tube out, either. So they suggested we put socks on her. Bob wrapped her back feet in bandages and voila, Shelly Sox. Monday she was groggy from surgery, but Tuesday morning she was feisty and quite irritated. She would take a step and sit down aggrieved and irritated. But by today, although she bites at them now and then, she is actually quite comfortable in her new footwear. And the tube, which is scheduled to come out tomorrow, is still in place.

I think it might catch on.