I never cease to be amazed at the toughness of animals. Bink dropped half his weight on his way to the threshold of death’s door last March and comes rebounding back as if it was nothing.
Jiggy basically filets himself and manages to mask the seriousness of the wound. Certainly it wasn’t deep, but it wasn’t nothing. We had no idea how large it was (click to quadruplify):
But at least he’s back home now and wobbling around and out of the post-sedation. The red wrapping you see on his back right paw is to stay on for three days (to mitigate any scratching he might do), and the stitches come out in 10. It should be no surprise that Susan and I decided to forego any visit to the San Gabriel Valley or Olvera Street .