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Post by Kit on Feb 2, 2005 21:26:38 GMT -5
I go to my BFs house afterwork on Wednesday. We have pizza dinner and watch tv. Nothing to exciting. I get there today, and his truck is parked in a different place..hmmm. Get in the house, his wallet & keys are by the door, instead of the kitchen counter. hmmmm. I turn the oven on, as he comes in from out back. Points to the plastic bag on the counter and asks if I know what it is. hmmm,looks kind of like rabbit fur, only the fur in on both sides. hmmm  He said it's Athos's (the GSD) ear. WHAT We're guessing some neighborhood dogs came by and got his dogs all excited and Baxer, the lab, accidently ripped about 2" off the end of his ear. So I'm at BFs house dog sitting the others while he's picking Athos up from the vet. Poor guy!  BUT, as least it's only an ear. It could have been MUCH worse. He'll just look a little goofy. |
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Post by noblesseoblige on Feb 2, 2005 21:31:04 GMT -5
I am sorry I am a city mouse - the visuals are, hummm, different, LOL...
Sad story, hope the pupster is feeling no pain soon..
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Post by Chrisnstar on Feb 2, 2005 22:44:37 GMT -5
EEeeeekkk... poor doggie! :Pand poor you to find that in a plastic bag!
chris
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Post by Chrisnstar on Feb 2, 2005 22:47:57 GMT -5
And the blood! My departed Duke was the neighborhood badass and got in his share of dog fights. His ears were pretty raggedy from cuts, but he never lost one. Just the cuts would bleed forever. We'd try to bandage him and he'd shake his head and start the bleeding all over.
then Bubba, our lab, thought he could terrorize a bobcat and came home with a bloody ear... just a nasty cut, but the bleeding seemed to go on forever.
chris
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Post by Kit on Feb 3, 2005 1:46:26 GMT -5
Fortunally, when I got there, the blood was gone. I think it had quit bleeding before BF got home too. He said he didn't even notice it right off.
Not sure if he cleaned the piece or not, but it wasn't bloody either.
I've seen much worse things than a piece of ear, and since I didn't know what it was when I first saw it, it didn't bother me at all.
Heck, I have Murphys stone on a shelf in my feed room. And I was right there when they did her tendon surgery too. I think that stuff is kind of cool.
Duke, he was your Chesepeke Bay Retreiver, right?
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Post by Mary Ann on Feb 3, 2005 7:52:47 GMT -5
What seems so odd is the drive to save it. We know that it can't be put back on, that the circulation would be too impaired and he'd slough it off anyway. A little part says "It's his ear. So we save it.  I hope the poor doggie feels better soon; that's got to hurt like the dickens! |
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Post by Kit on Feb 3, 2005 8:49:55 GMT -5
Well, BF didn't even bother looking for it until he got bak from taking Athos to the vet. He knew it was too late. I think the vet just wanted to see it, he's the one who asked if he had it. I'm just surprised he was able to find it. It had to have been harder to find than a lost horseshoe. Those things are darn near impossible to find! (Well, at least until after the shoer leaves!  ) |
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Post by Mary Ann on Feb 3, 2005 8:54:33 GMT -5
LOL! Do you do this? When we find a lost shoe at the barn, it's an immediate guessing game to see who lost it. Usually they're rusted and old, so we might have to go back a couple of years. We go by the shape (round for fronts, diamond for hinds), size, type of shoe, pads or no pads, etc. Not like the shoe will be useful for anything, but we do it.
We also have an irrepressable desire to identify roadkill. We see something in the road, and someone in the car will say "Skunk," or "Coon," or whatever. Been seeing some red foxes smacked lately. Not like I want them hit, but I'm glad they're making a comeback. I wish they'd eat woodchucks. Do you have to identify roadkill?
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Post by Kit on Feb 4, 2005 1:32:32 GMT -5
You mean everyone doesn't try to figure out what horse the shoe came off it? LOL Fortunally mine haven't lost any for a long time. I can say that because right now, they are both barefoot.  My sisters appy is always loosing them. Her boys get to playing and after a hard play session, Spud is down to three shoes. She gave up trying to find them. Most of the roadkill around here are possums, and the occassional cat or dog. A few months ago, there were 3 coons on I-5, but that is very rare. The worse thing to see on I-5 is a deer. I saw one get hit a few years ago. SCARY! I just try not to look. |
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