Poor Bogie. He really has the worst luck when it comes to foxtails.
From Wikipedia: A foxtail is a spikelet or spikelet cluster of a grass, that serves to disperse its seeds as a unit. Thus, the foxtail is a type of diaspore. Some grasses that produce a foxtail are themselves called "foxtail", also "spear grass". They can become a health hazard for long-haired dogs and other domestic animals, and a nuisance for people.
This is Bogart's third go-around with a foxtail in the paw. It had been tender for a few days, and while I was hoping that it was just an irritation today I decided to take Bogart to the vet because I just knew it was one of those pesky foxtails. Yes indeed was the diagnosis, so Bogart had surgery this morning.
When I picked him up this afternoon he looked like this:
He fell completely asleep in the car. Zonked. His new purple bandage pristine.
And as soon as we arrived home, he woke up completely. And decided that he wanted to go for a walk. I was a bit hesitant - he had just had surgery - but since he wanted to go so badly, I thought why not.
He was walking just fine (thank you doggie painkillers!) and rather than just a short walk he wanted to do a whole tour. Who am I to say no?
Surgery and a bandage are NOT going to stop Bogart from playing with his favorite thing in the entire world - pine cones. He cleverly maneuvered us toward Couch Park, the site of a dependable vein of cones.
This is a face that cannot be denied - resistance is futile!
We spent a little time enjoying nature - ok, just the pine cones - before Bogart started to get a little sleepy.
But devoted, as always, to his cones.
And then of course Bogart came home and crashed. It was funny to watch him - sitting straight up, looking right at me, swaying back and forth, and finally just laying down and sleeping with his eyes open. He's still a little out of it, but he is going to be fine.
Love,
Lulu & Bogart
