I feel like there’s a saying that applies to us at the moment: if we didn’t have bad luck we’d have no luck at all.
Marks dog Fran pounced on Rusty while he was napping next to us and savaged him. A young construction worker building a house on the campground land for Mark ran over and helped me pull Fran off Rusty. My 13 year old dog was bleeding on his front left leg and my 13 year old dog stayed down in the dirt traumatized. Eventually I got him to his feet and he staggered and hopped to his safe place where I lifted him onto our bed and turned on the a/c. He slept for a couple of hours but he wasn’t getting better so we drove him into town to the vet.
He got a check up and the vet pronounced he had a bruise on his lung producing some fluid but nothing serious. The bite on his leg missed the joint so that could have been worse but he was in a lot of pain. He got an antibiotic shot and an anti-inflammatory to reduce the pain and charged us $14 for everything.
The shot took effect in half an hour and even though he doesn’t want to walk around he hobbled outside, ate some dinner and sat up taking an interest in the world. Fran is tied up across the campground so things are at peace. Friday he gets a follow up vet visit and then hopefully he will be properly on the mend. For a while I thought he had given up and was dying; I was predictably a wreck. We are hoping to get driving soon, probably not soon enough for our very much alive Rusty.
