Eleven-year-old Goldie the Brittany went off for her operation to remove two lumps, a large one in her chest area and another on her right foreleg. Neither cancerous but potentially so.
Unfortunately it came at the peak scratching season - she'd be scratching like mad at the wounds so we have one of those dreadful flared plastic things around her neck so she can't tear herself to bits. She's going to have to go on the steroid anti-scratch drug but can't at the moment as it stops wounds healing.
She keeps bumping into things with the plastic thing, it's sad but funny, poor thing.
Billy the Greyhound can't understand why she's wearing it, probably imagines she's got her head accidentally stuck inside something after some doggy investigating.
Despite the eight inch stitched scar on her chest and the three inch one on her leg, she's still full of energy. And the appetite! My god, people don't eat like this when they come out of a general anaesthetic.
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