February 16, 2005
Our Patient
Hoocher is home and doing well. He'd be doing great if he'd just stop licking the suture site. If he doesn't stop, we're heading back to the vet's office for the Collar of Shame.
Gross, isn't it? Although I'm not sure it is any more disgusting than the fact that the bottom of my feet are so dry and rough that they snag on the carpet when I walk across the room. I feel like I'm wearing 30 grit sandpaper socks.
Good thing you're done with lunch, eh?
Posted by Cathy at February 16, 2005 02:54 PMGlad your dog is better. As a wood guy, with a blog named for tools, I have to let you know, sandpaper only goes to 36 grit. Do you feet feel better now? I hope so. Smiling.
Posted by: Kerry at February 16, 2005 06:16 PMAh ha! But mine goes to eleven! Er, 30!
Thanks for the correction. I was too lazy to Google for an accurate analogy.
Posted by: Cathy at February 16, 2005 06:52 PMI vote for the collar of shame. You know there will be no rest until you do.
Posted by: DC at February 16, 2005 08:14 PMUm...so...what was the result on the wart they removed??
You said before it didn't look right under the microscope. Any further word on it?
Posted by: Kevin at February 16, 2005 09:04 PMNo word yet, Kevin. They told me it would take about a week for the pathology lab report to come back. I'll post when I hear. Thanks for asking.
Posted by: Cathy at February 16, 2005 10:59 PMPoor Hoocher! That makes me hurt just looking at it.
Posted by: yayaempress at February 17, 2005 10:25 AMHey, I'm eating lunch and that doesn't even come close to being gross. Coarse, growing up and still living on a farm with livestock, you get used to all kinds of subject matter at the dinner table.
Posted by: SteveB at February 17, 2005 11:59 AM