I realized I hadn’t written a post in awhile about Ace getting injured, so we paid a visit to the vet today. Actually, I never wrote about Ace’s penultimate injury because we were doing final prep for Burning Man when Ace tore her self a new asshole. Yes, that’s right — the Tuesday before we left for Burning Man, the day were were supposed to bring all of our belongings to a friend’s house so that we could pack the truck the next day, we got a very calm text from Miss Rachel stating that Ace had a minor injury to her anus. The first thing I thought when I saw the blood and the piece of her butt hanging by a thread was: “How the hell am I going to keep that from getting infected?” Off to the emergency vet we went for some antibiotics. The best part was that Ace never seemed to notice that she had a tear in her asshole. We didn’t even have to break out our Cone of Shame.
So it’s been a few weeks without an incident, which for Ace is a long time. Earlier this week, she tore her paw pad while playing with the Zipdogs. I tried to keep it clean and dry, but the wound included several flaps of paw pad skin that I couldn’t clean underneath. I finally broke down this morning and took her to the vet, where they found some sand in there (ouch) when they cleaned the wound.
I really appreciate the incredible sense of humor of the vet or vet tech who bandaged her paw. You can’t really see it in this picture, but the orange tape has the word “BOO!” meticulously cut from vet tape and emblazoned across the side. I have so many questions: How many colors do they have back there? Who gets to decide what color is used? Can patients make a special request?
Leaving the vet, we were accosted by our usual swarm of Ace-lovers, which always increases in number when we are at the vet because such a place attracts animal lovers. Today, her fans were more numerous and enthusiastic than ever, because nothing is cuter than an adorable animal with a deformity. I have taken to calling her Flipper because of how she walks with the bandage on. Also, we were given some kind of IV bag to tie over her bandage when she is outside to keep it dry, so she looks even more like a part-dog, part-sea creature deranged mutant when she walks while wearing the bag.
No Fort Funston this week, little guy. I’m going to keep trying to save you from yourself, but yes, I am going to make fun of your flipper leg. Even though a receptionist referred to you as a “lemon” for always being broken and busted up, you’re MY lemon, and you’re pretty damn sweet.