White Dog gasped, "Oh my dog, Yo! You look..." My glare stopped her in mid sentence and the rest of the White Dog Army took the hint as they gathered around their brother.
YoYoMa had just returned from a long day at Dr. Julia's. We had too long put off doing his dental and today he went for that and to have a skin tag removed. My poor boy was still groggy and looked a mess with his shaved leg, missing patch of his ruff, and swollen cheeks. His face was matted with drool and he had tape residue that he was NOT interested in having touched to be cleaned off. He DID look scary, which was no comfort to Taiko, scheduled for HIS dental next week.
Yo was obviously happy to be home and plunged his face into the water bowl drinking copious amounts of water...and then throwing up. I held him wrapped in my arms and whispered to him. He sort of groaned.
The surgical work on his neck removed the skin tag which looked nasty not, thank goodness because it was tumorous, but rather because it lay under his collar where it had rubbed. Dr. Julia looked at it under the microscope and found it to be a common (to Eskies especially) fatty growth.
Yo had several teeth removed. Rescue dogs always seem to come equipped with the worst teeth imaginable and his had been ignored while we battled Quinn's seizures, and Nuka's wasting, and Oso's dementia. In retrospect, it wasn't fair to my Big Boy but these catastrophic illnesses really zapped our budget. He is on antibiotics and a pain reliever for the next few days.
We knew everything was going to be fine when Yet Another White Dog lined up with the others demanding dinner. As prescribed he got soft food only, including his portion of the lamb burgers the entire White Dog Army shared. He will be sore for a few days but now his teeth are sparkly white. The longer reminder will be the missing thick luxurious furs that will take months to grow fully back.
No jerky tonight for my boy, but I am hoping he will not mind leftover coconut ice cream instead.