Fleur was a nervous wreck at the vet, and the vet is a sweet, gentle fellow who was very good with her. She didn't care about that. She just wanted out of there!
Power was just the opposite: He said "can you please give me a biscuit? I can show you where they are! They're right here, on the counter next to that nice lady! Mom! Here are the biscuits!"
The vet said that Fleur's injuries were too moist and that because of that moistness, that I should not keep any dressings on the feet, but leave them open to the air, but keep them clean and when she goes outside she must have a plastic bag over each injured foot. All of this is very logical, and not very easy to accomplish! But we will manage it somehow!
|Blurry photo of rt hind foot part of injury|
So, now we are home, and this is how they are doing:
|No one will play with me!|