Mama got a call this morning from my vet – he just wanted to check up on me, make sure that all was well since my foxtail surgery. We’ve never gotten a call like that before, and it was damn nice. Yes I finished all of my pain medicine and today was my last day of antibiotics and you would be proud Mr. Vet, I have not played with my paw at all – not while the spiffy purple bandage was on nor once mama pried it off.
All of my walkies have been fine – through city streets and my local parks. No pain, no infection, just some fine, fuzzy healing.
Behold… the paw:
I am very happy indeed that I didn’t get the full shave this time – the last two times I had to have foxtails removed from my poor paws I got a full-on baldie, making my paws look damn silly. The vet here in Portland was kind enough to think of my dignity once the bandage was removed and only shaved my toes.
Thank you good doctor!