One Tuesday morning, while getting the kids ready for the day, I let Scooter out the back door, like I do EVERY OTHER MORNING. Ten minutes later, when I went to let him in, this is what I was greeted with:
HORRIFIC, right? I couldn't bear to look, yet couldn't tear my eyes away! We rushed him to the vet, and fortunately they performed emergency surgery on the spot.
Back at home - poor guy. Little did we know, he'd be in a cone for nearly 2 months.
By the weekend, a dime sized hole had opened back up. He was shivering, his whole body, not eating/drinking, and seemed miserable. So, to the night time emergency vet we went.
By the following week, it had opened up much more extensively. It was an oozing, foul, stinking mess. I still shudder.
He ended up with a second surgery and several rounds of antibiotics and some topical cream. All in all, his little tangle with the fence cost us over $1000. Ouch!
