WARNING! The first part of this bloggy has some boo boo photos so scroll really fast until you see my face if you are squeamish about those sorts of things.
So this morning I am out playing in the yard as I am wont to do and all of a sudden, momma is all like, "EEEEEE! Mango! What happened to you! Oh no! You are bleeding!"
Huh? I did not feel any owies, but momma ran and got the flashy beast and took a picture of my leggie and it looked like this!
I guess I had a big icky bump that was all bloody and oozy and icky yicky. So of course momma figures it is the most horrible thing in the world and she quick makes me an appointment with the nice doctor and away we go in the mastiff mobile.
Yuh, and she did not even bring the flashy because I think she was already busy planning my memorial service in her wee little panicking at the slightest thing brain.
The vet takes one look at my large and having an oozy boo boo self and declares that she knows just what it is. Some sort of mutant blackhead infected zit alien thing seems like.
Apparently not unusual in full sized doggies such as myself who have the short hairs which can turn around and grow back in and then when I put the weight of my bottom on it to snooze it kind of mashes everything around and creates cooties.
She squeezed it and squeezed it and I ate TONS of cookies and all sorts of weird gunk and blood and whatnot came out. But the Mango was not bothered, just keep the cookies coming.
I got sent home with about 5497 antibiotics and instructions for momma.
She is supposed to put the warm compress of Epson Salts on my boo boo for five minutes three times a day. Actually, she is supposed to soak my leggie in an espson salt bath but she neglected to teach me the "stand with your leg in a bucket of water" command so the compress will have to do.
And let me tell you, five minutes is a really long time to lay still with a compress.
After the compress, she has to kind of manipulate my boo boo bump until stuff oozes out of it. We didn't get much stuff tonight, but there is always tomorrow...
Then she rubs some medicines on it. I sure hope this works because it is not much fun for the Mango.
OK, that is the end of the icky pictures.
Now, I will cleanse your viewing pallet by showing you that I am actually feeling quite fine and chipper and not at all sick despite the sore oozing bump on what the doctor most indiscreetly referred to as my hock.
I have been practicing catching nommies in the air!
Nice chompers, eh?
P.S. We snuck out to check on the baby robins whilst the mom and dad were off hunting for foodables and the babies were napping. Pretty cute, huh.