The vet thought she'd be done 1 ish and they would call me as soon as Bobo was awake and around. One o'clock came and went no call. At 1:30 I called them. 'She's still in there with him we'll call YOU.' As in don't call us we'll call you.
Two thirty no call, I called again because I am nothing if not persistent. 'She's still in there with him we'll call YOU. And I think in a trying to warn me way said 'there was another tear on his side it's taking longer.' THERE WAS NO TEAR ON HIS SIDE WHEN I BROUGHT HIM THERE!!!
Three thirty no call, I called. 'Dr will call you in half hour.' Me now frantic practically screaming 'IS HE OK?' 'Dr will call you' Fuck now I'm on my way out the door.
Long story short. Bobo has paper thin skin. Meja has been able to tear it on occasion just playing. BUT he had ONE tear on his leg when I brought him there. And now there's a three inch tear on his side. Vet said she had no idea how it could have happened accept if he brushed the kennel door (could happen). She agrees that he didn't come in with it. They also nicked the fuck out of him with the razor. So he's got about 45 stitches all told.
Poor baby is soooo out of it. He's such a gentle lamb he doesn't know what he did wrong to deserve this. I shall sleep with him in my arms tonight and assure him he did nothing. This to shall pass.
BUT... he's gotta wear a cone and you know from a couple stories ago how he fares with that. Stay tuned... (I was going to post pictures but they're a bit too graphic.
Also Meja is pissed because Bobo came home and straightaway wanted to get up on the couch. So I helped him but he stretched out lengthwise and there's no room for her! The indignity, having to lay on the carpet on the FLOOR!!!