It's the Nurse reporting. Or Missy as the locals here call nurses.
The dogs are on the mend. I don't think many of them realise that they 'sporting' boo-boos. I say sport, because they seem to be blissfully unaware of their wounds until I come along and head lock 'em (for the not so cooperative ones) or conjole and sweet talk the others that can be persuaded. It's a good thing I only have to corner and 'head-lock' only one...
That's, little Mr Hou-dit-it. Or Tubby Junior. The little escape artist who came home with a huge deep cut on his hind leg.
Little LampShade Boy ...
He came back from the Vet a couple days ago sporting a collar. Yes, the lampshade collar. I've been teasing him calling him 'little lampshade boy' until this morning when I discovered he had ditched his lampshade ... only to find it much later in the evening in the furthest corner of Dog Woods.
He was such a klutz with a collar on banging into all sorts of things - legs, dogs, gates, fences, trees ... it would have been funnier if it weren't so painfully annoying being rammed from behind by the 'lampshade boy'. Honestly, how he got through the two fences with his lampshade collar to the far end of Dog Woods is still a mystery!
The dog's a canine Hou-dit-it version of Houdini!
It's a good thing his exit out of Dog WOods have since been blocked - by boulders (This Missy also doubles as Dog Woods of ministry of works and maintenance).
And that's NOT the extent of little Mr Hou-dit-it's mischief...in one night, he's also managed to unravel the Vet's good stitches! And now the wound is gaping gash once more. On the bright side, it's drying up - no more bloody runs. But on the down side, am appalled. Not knowing whether I should sent the boy for another round of stitching (yes Martha and Bailey, the Vet's really building his mansions at Dog Woods Pack's expense!) or to just leave it at that of course, with daily tending of his wounds.
Stitch no more!
... along with the rest...
The older dogs, Joe, Anna and Trixie are mending very nicely. Which am glad. Dried up scabbing wounds are a good sign. At least from this 'Missy's' point of view. ;)
So, Trixie MUST always carry something in her mouth whether it be bottle or ball. Joe must have his ball and no one (four leggeded) else will even get sniffingly close without suffering some sort of warning (with the exception of yours truly).
And Anna ... well, Anna is a tricky one. She has her moods. While she's the sweetest Doberman with this Missy, she's not a dog to be crossed - at least amongst the Dog Woods Pack. At the rate she's going whooping the rest into shape - yes including the Rottweiller Joe, I dare say she's the Alpha Female of Dog Woods! (Don't tell Tuffy though ... he likes to think he's Top Dog)
The Dog Woods Pack dynamics are forever evolving ... but first and foremost, I have to deal with little Lampshade-(less) boy or Mr Hou-dit-it!