Well, Mattie had his bandage changed again today. He could not behave better: he stands as still as still while I snip, cut, unravel, clean and rewrap. Only after does he lift his whole leg high in the air, honestly like a ballet dancer doing an arabesque, and shake it around as if to say "That feels really weird."
The wound is gross to look at but is clean and not sensitive to touch. He didn't mind me pouring a little cleansing fluid over it. The damn dressing keeps slipping off the wound no matter what I do. I've tried an above the hock figure-of-eight this time in the hopes that it will stay up.
Those of you who have seen many wounds, what do you think? I guess this is what they call proud flesh?
Before
After
The wound is gross to look at but is clean and not sensitive to touch. He didn't mind me pouring a little cleansing fluid over it. The damn dressing keeps slipping off the wound no matter what I do. I've tried an above the hock figure-of-eight this time in the hopes that it will stay up.
Those of you who have seen many wounds, what do you think? I guess this is what they call proud flesh?
Before
After