Hi all it's Molly here.
Sheesh, I don't even know where to start.
It's about the Inkster, she no good at the mo.
I noticed how she left with Tim early in the morning Tuesday. They didn't come back all day. Then Tim came back late, without the Inkypup.
The next day, she still wouldn't come home.
Just between you and me, I didn't really mind too much. I spent some time running errands with the pinkie, had all the attention to myself, got spoiled without having to share anything. I thought, not having that little mutt of a mongrel around sure has its benefits.
Just as I was beginning to settle into the only child routine, Thursday night, Inky reappeared.
She was being carried in like a wounded slodier.
I gave her a good sniff all over. She sure smelled off! Some weird stench coming from her. I found some wound oozing pus on her knee...
There was some other rank smells coming off her, especially her mouth and backside. Had she been vomiting or the victim of extreme diarrhea??
Even I started to begin feeling sorry for the poor lass...
Gosh, whoever or whatever got to her, shaved her butt and leg on one side nearly completely and she also has a shaved patch on her back.
She's broken! She can't even stand on all fours (let alone twos) anymore.
Worst of all, she doesn't want to play.
Guess what she did today? She hung all day in her bed, none of the usual Inky antics, not even a hint. Just sat there...
She slept most of the time but often she would just look at me as if to say, hey, i would love to move but I have lost my spirit...
It nearly broke my "big sister heart".
Today was a very hot afternoon so the Inkypup got a cold wet cloth on her head to keep her cool and comfortable (well, something tells me she still wasn't comfortable)...
Well, don't ask me what's going on. I did raise that question with the pinkies. They threw terms like cruciate ligament tear, arthroscopy, epidural, hospital and $4000 at me and I can't make sense of any of this. Did she have a run in with some monster??
Gosh, where were you to protect her? I hope you won't let anything like this happen to me...
The poor honey has been hand-fed dog sausage and milky water. She can't stand up to eat so she gets meals-on-wheels to her bedside.
Today she got ice cubes with frozen treats. I must be fair and mention that I got in on the treats and special treatment, too, so I cannot complain really. But I'd rather have a little less treats and a little more Inky.
She even had to be carried out to go potty. She then sought respite in her kennel.
Now, a word about the kennel: we don't go in there. We only ever go in there when the world's end is nigh or when we feel Armageddon has already been.
So you know what the sentiment around town is at the moment. It's plain awful.
Lucky we got Max and Pekoe here now for 2 weeks. They will be some good company for both, me and the Inks.
I'll keep you updated on the developments of the little one.