You’ll remember Max had a paw problem that required medications and wearing booties for a week.
Some have inquired how the Fluff’s feet have been doing.
I believe “abject failure” best describes the outcome of the booty experiment.
So, Max had to return to the Vet today; his paws were worse than ever.
The latest attempt at a cure to the mystery paw problem involves cutting the hair out between his foot pads, shaving the paws, applying medicine and then bandaging all four of them.
The Malt is not pleased even though they gave him some jaunty lavender socks to wear over his bandages.
He must wear the bandages for five days and then we’ll reassess progress.
The Pupper has already perfected his portrayal of a canine martyr. The AJF is buying into his performance and is cooing over him and supplying all sorts of goodies and lovies.
He knows better than to try that on me.
Having paid the Vet bill, I am looking into “gofundme” options and personal defibrillators.
On the upside, the Vet has now promised to name her first born after me in gratitude.
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