Poor BuddyBuddy

The last couple of days have been uneventful for KK. We play, we read, we eat (or we toss food on the floor, depending on the mood), we watch The Wiggles, we nap, we work at the club for a few hours...and we watch Dr. Phil and Oprah between loads of laundry. Exicting stuff.

Poor BuddyBuddy, though, had a bit of excitement tonight. KK and I went to pick him up from Doggy Daycare (I know, I know...no comments necessary) and when we were a couple of blocks from home, B stood up. I looked over, and the passenger seat was FULL of bright red blood! I couldn't tell where it was coming from (well, I knew it was from B, but beyond that I couldn't tell). He didn't seem hurt, he never whimpered or cried or anything. But somehow, I still have NO idea how, he had gashed the back of his right hind leg open and it was gushing blood. AJ came outside, and could flap back a piece of skin exposing muscle and bone - so off to the emergency vet they went. Three stitches later they were home. Poor fella. He did get a cool purple cast out of the deal. Go Vikes.

Three stitches doesn't seem bad, but he does act like he's hurting now. As you can see, he's getting lots of extra attention.

I'm not worried. It's hunting season; he won't be down and out for long.