Poor Scooby

On Sunday, as I was putting the finishing touches on a Supreme Court Brief, Parker came inside and told me that Scooby got caught on a nail. Not having heard any screaming or yelping, I did not think much of it. Shortly thereafter, Kevin came in with Scooby in tow. Apparently, the boys were playing football in the backyard and tried to retrieve the ball from over the fence. When they did, a section of fence fell down, and they went over it. Scooby followed and caught his side on a nail.

Well, as you can see, "caught his side" is an under statement. He ripped his side open in two spots and had to have tons of stitches and a drain put in. He also tore his legs open in two spots that also required stitches. As result he has a lovely lampshade collar that keeps him from ripping it all out and licking himself until he gets infected. Poor thing. The first night he was up all night in pain. Now, he just continues to run into walls and everything else in the house because he cannot see a thing. In fact, we are on our second collar because the first one met its demise after coming into contact with too many walls! He went to the vet today and cannot have the drain taken out until this weekend. Sigh. Hopefully by then most of the wounds will be healed and we will be left with one small incision where the drain used to be. But, I guess we will see.