About halfway through the day Wednesday while in the middle of a couple of very heavy games of catch, Roxy suddenly stopped and looked up at me, confused. Her shoulders were covered in what looked like vomit but what turned out to be bloody pus. It appears she was bit in recent days and, although I spend a lot of time cuddling her, I hadn’t noticed the growing abscess on her shoulder.
The vet was available and Tristan could come watch the shop so I rushed Roxy to Southgate Animal Clinic so that Dr. Stephanie Ricker and her staff could tell me what happened.
The dogs nip at each other all day long, mostly in play but sometimes in warning. The more often a dog is in daycare, the more likely something is going to happen to cause a vet visit. It was just our turn, I guess. And as often as Roxy is at the shop – it is Rockin’ Roxy’s after all – I’ve been lucky so far that we haven’t racked up huge vet bills.
I wonder about getting insurance for my pets, but I have so many I could practically fund an entire career at vet school. Hmmm, maybe that’s the ticket – vet school… No, after all that pus, I’m pretty sure I’d rather be on this side of the examining room.
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