Join us in our adventure from city slickers to farmers on our modern day version of Little House on the Prairie. The CRITTER Project is our green living plan for a sustainable farm, featuring large-breed dog rescue, pit bulls, yaks, goats, chickens, gardening and wind farming. Since we're foodies, you'll also find recipes and information on cooking and preserving food.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
As if trying to rehome the yaks wasn't
traumatic enough, out dog Bushi developed a large hematoma (blood
blister) as a result of last week's inadvertent yak vs. dog fight.
(I'll post about THAT trauma in a future post.)
Bushi really prefers to wear hot pink.
This morning I spent my
waking-up-should-be-drinking-coffee time attempting for about the 5th
time in18 hours, to make one of CK's XXXL t-shirts into a suitable
covering. (Any of Quantum or my t-shirts are back home and probably
need the laundry before I can use them.) The t-shirt is so that she
doesn't bleed all over the place, since the wound is draining, and
will be for gods-know how long.
With Bushi's Lady Gagaesque makeup,
she's always been a fashion queen, but this is ridiculous!
Bushi's hematoma lump pre-surgery.
The lump showed up Sunday morning.
Maybe I hadn't noticed it earlier because CK and I spent 4 days
straight, dawn to dusk working on securing the yak pen. I woke up
Sunday, looked at her chest and had a panic moment. The lump was the
size of a tennis ball.
wonderful vet, Doc Roberts had to
cut the lump open to drain. I'm always terrified when my dogs have to
have anesthesia, since Zen nearly died on the operating table when he
was neutered as a puppy.
Today I get the exquisite joy of taking
her into the bathroom and flushing it out, first with peroxide, then
with a chlorhexidine solution. The peroxide flush is only for the
first few days, but the chlorhexidine flush goes on until I can no
longer get the syringe into the wound. Oh what fun!
The hematoma itself didn't seem to
hurt. Despite my attempts to keep her quiet until I could take her to
the vet (and of all weeks to have a Monday holiday!) she wanted to
bounce around, chase rabbits and cause her usual trouble.
The surgery seems to have left her a
bit sore though. She spent half the night on the floor, probably
because getting up on the bed was uncomfortable. Last night I'd
helped her onto the bed and she decided to get down for water and
some crunchies. She let out a tiny heart-rending little yelp and
before I could reach her, the other dogs were circling her, sniffing
and consoling. They hate it when any of their pack is in pain.
At this point, when we're scrambling
for money for hay, $80 wasn't really something that we could afford.
Many thanks to the kind person who contributed to our Save the Critter Project fund and made it possible to bring her to the vet.