The day after Legoland, HF took him in to the vet to find he has a hemotoma. We began extracting fluid from his ear with a special syringe, once to twice daily. Not fun - for him or us. When we left for a week, our friends/neighbors the Jamisons took over the job as part of their care of him (now are those good friends or what?)
When I got back though, it was no better and was in fact much worse. It was like a triangle shaped balloon sticking out of the side of his head, full of fluid and infected.
Next stop was surgery, we knew, so yesterday I took him in for the procedure. When I picked him up at 5 pm, I had to lift him into the car - and could barely make it in there because of his cone (which has to stay on for at least two weeks). He bumps into all the walls and door frames in our tiny house... Awkward.
Get well soon Ango.
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The Christmas card I received years ago...before California, before babies, before much of what you know of life today, remains my most treasured card. Each Christmas, Angus looks out from his perch on my fridge, that silly dog sitting in a red bucket loader. I adopted a dog, Graces, a few years later, and have come to realize that Angus and his sense of curiosity and humor is not alone in the canine world. What gifts these precious companions are in our lives!
Merry Christmas and thanks for the Angus update. Love that dog!
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