|Waiting for the Sedative|
The stuff is ubiquitous. The dogs learn to avoid. The dogs (and hunters) get cut. It's just part of the landscape. Sunday, I went for my afternoon constitutional around the pastures and took Ace, my main dog. I walked and pondered while he ran and pondered. He would get out a hundred yards or so, cut in the woods, come back out, check my position and stay up front on the trail. I looped back to the barn a few times and one time I noticed Ace wasn't with me. I called and whistled and got a little annoyed, since he knows better. The time came for me to leave for church and half way there my wife called that Ace was home. "Awesome!", I thought. "Is he OK?" "Well, not really. He's bleeding pretty badly out of his mouth and I don't see where the problem is." I checked him over that night and noticed some blood seepage, but figured it would stop. The tongue has a lot of blood and bleeds like crazy, but will heal itself quickly. The next morning, he was still bleeding. At 0700, I was at the vet's door, and by 0720, we had him sedated and were stitching up his tongue/mouth.
|12 Stitches Later|