On December 9th, 2014, Archie was kicked in the leg. My little monster continues to be the asshole Alpha, so this was neither a learning experience nor a blow to his ego. Just, you know, a shitty situation.
Wound treatment required that I change the bandage every other day or so and I kept his hind legs wrapped for the duration. We bonded a lot in those twice-a-day visits. I mean, alcohol and I bonded a lot and the old man barely tolerated me. We had a couple bouts of shaving off proud flesh and a shit ton of texts to the vet. Archie was wrapped until the very end of February, when the skin itself started to rebel. This then turned into cellulitis, which we dealt with for another couple of weeks.
|Cellulitis, end of February|
Because I love data, here's some data on number of rides per month: