Charlie has a hot spot. No, he's not the owner of a new night club...he's the owner of a nice size infection on a patch of skin on his neck. Recently, he's been showing signs of an allergies. He's broken out into hives a couple times, and we gave him benedryl. Apparently, he scratched his neck to hell last time he had an outbreak, and it got infected. Hot spots can appear suddenly, and spread really fast. His is on his neck, under his collar, so we caught it much later than we would've if it weren't hidden. Hot spots suck---they're painful, they're smelly, and this particular hot spot has turned my happy/dopey/bull-in-a-china shop dog into a sad, mopey dog. I have to clean it regularly, and when we leave the house, we have to put him in one of those god awful cone collars. I'm pretty sure the cone collar has broken his spirit. It's heartbreaking to see him so uncomfortable, but it shouldn't last much longer. The spot is clearing up, and should be better by Christmas.
In other news -- still no baby.
Quote of the Day:
In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog. ~Edward Hoagland
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