So, Sunday morning we woke up to a bloody dog. Somehow he got sliced right down his face and was not a happy puppy.
Thankfully, the Vet answered on the very first ring, and even though it was a Sunday morning, she was willing to come over and fix up our poor 65-pound puppy.
I was the assistant...making sure he didn't fall off of the operating table/picnic table.
It took 8 stitches to put his face back together, but he slept through most of it.
And, we had time for a very abnormal picture....because he NEVER sits this still. He is a hyper puppy even though he's basically full-grown. But with anesthetic, he's a pretty quiet dog.
He's been quite the conversation starter with his massive Victorian collar. All of our neighbors have been asking what happened to our doggie...We're still not sure how it happened, but he seems to be on the mend.
Good dog, Bear. Good dog. Not a super bright dog, but a good dog.