As some of you know, my idiot dog Lily tangled with the neighbor's long horn cow last Friday. I came home late to find a punctured, limping dog. I hauled her off to the vet at 10:30pm and he knocked her out, cleaned it really good and stitched her back up. We got her back in the car and then I had to figure out how to get a comatose 50lb dog back into the house by myself (the eventual plan involved a blanket and a lot of huffing and puffing on my part). It took Lily a while to come out of the anesthesia so I was up until 2am rubbing her and talking to her to get her to wake up. Finally at 2am I felt confident in letting her actually go to sleep.
The good news is that Lily seems to have come out of her trauma okay. She has slept a lot the last two days, but seems to be healing up okay. She isn't limping and is back to acting like her normal goofy self. Thank heavens. It could have been a lot worse.
This is the infamous cow-
And this is Lily doing her best sleeping Frankenstein impression...
I'd like to think that this has taught Lily to leave the cows alone, but I am not holding my breath. The cow was back up to the fence again tonight and I could see Lily standing there trying to decide if she should charge the fence or not. Sigh. Stupid dog.

The good news is that Lily seems to have come out of her trauma okay. She has slept a lot the last two days, but seems to be healing up okay. She isn't limping and is back to acting like her normal goofy self. Thank heavens. It could have been a lot worse.
This is the infamous cow-


And this is Lily doing her best sleeping Frankenstein impression...

I'd like to think that this has taught Lily to leave the cows alone, but I am not holding my breath. The cow was back up to the fence again tonight and I could see Lily standing there trying to decide if she should charge the fence or not. Sigh. Stupid dog.