Daisy and I went, with carrots, to see The Minions.
At first glance, they seemed fine – happy, chatty and perfectly ok.
But Waffle was not his normal self. His post-op area was very swollen and he could hardly walk. We could see the pain and misery in his eyes.
Jo cleaned everything with diluted pevidine and I phoned the vet to tell him what was happening – inflammation, a slightly elevated temperature, general malaise and discomfort. We tried Waffle with syrup and Danilon sandwich but he wouldn’t touch it.
So I put the mental “blue and two’s” on my car and we left Jo and Daisy cold-hosing Waffle’s bits and drove off to the vet to get some antibiotics, anti-inflammatories and analgesia injections.
I returned with the drawn-up injections to find Waffle was wearing Big-Boy Pants.
These were invented and successfully employed to hold an ice-pack in the necessary place.
Please note the creases and tail hole to emphasise the curves and folds of the material. This could be a new fashion. First the sweaters, now the matching pants!
Waffle was a darling boy. He never had an opinion about anything. He just asked Daisy for support and coped with whatever they made him wear.
Once the last lot of ice had melted, the pants were removed.
Waffle’s friends were waiting for him.
And we took him back to his field where they told him how much they had missed him. I suspect he told them about the pants!
Oh well, Round 2 tomorrow.
Healing vibes for The Waff. He was a sweetie about everything today.