'Bent took the pooches for a walk around 5 pm and returned within 10 minutes. Poor AdventureDog had sliced himself open on the side - a cut about 3 cm long right through the skin. In normal circumstances, he would go to a vet for stitches but these aren't normal circumstances. Our vet office was closed, as was another office owned by a friend. Our only option for professional care was to drive into Brampton and wait outside the vet emergency clinic until they could take A-Dog. Ugh.
But... this couldn't be *that* different from dentistry, could it? 'Bent phoned his sister Mimi, a veterinarian, who asked us to email a photo. She suggested that we use a few surgical staples to close it up. (She gave 'Bent a surgical stapler a few years ago after he fixed up a badly injured guy while we were mountain biking.) We read Dr. Mimi the names of all the dog medications we've saved over the years, and she suggested a combination that would make him drowsy and control the pain somewhat. 'Bent went to his office to pick up some Lidocaine, a local anaesthetic, to flush the wound. He asked about injecting a local anaesthetic (it's one of 'Bent's hobbies) but Dr. Mimi said that bothers dogs more than staples do.
AdventureDog was a little groggy but not so groggy that he didn't notice what 'Bent was doing. Although I tried my best to distract him with peanut butter on a teaspoon, he expressed his displeasure each time a surgical staple went in. We sent a final photo of the stapled incision to Dr. Mimi, who was impressed at 'Bent's work. To save Hammer from seeing blood, I won't post it here. Anyway, mission accomplished. Now we just have to watch for infection.
Poor injured pooch.
Staple time.
'Bent finishing up his work. Peanut butter jar in the background was no longer needed by this point.
Adventure-Dog looking at me suspiciously post-surgery.