I'm not sure what to call these boxes. I do know that leaving my boy at the rather excellent Dr Glass' Family Pet Center in Fort Lauderdale was not done by my first choice of what to do this morning.
But I really didn't have a choice.
The thing is, that it was the best choice for him. It also was a bit of a shock how it came to happen.
When they tell you that the mouth, dog or human, is one of the most dirty places around, believe it.
I'm having house guests this week. My buddy from Atlanta, Craig and his dog Katie have arrived.
We went through all the normal precautions of how to introduce two dogs. Both dogs were medicated with "Doggy Downers" so they were "toned down". Katie was let in our back yard after a 10 hour drive here. She was feeling off, so we introduced Rack to her while on his leash. She didn't seem to care, so eventually we let Rack and Katie run free. For a good half hour they were acting Normal. Running around, sniffing, peeing, doing normal dog things. We had no reason to expect otherwise.
When we all came into the house, after about an hour, Katie started coming out of it and Rack went off to his corner.
Then when he went to get a drink, Katie nipped his back leg.
Rack didn't even really react other than my running over, separating the dogs, and sending them to neutral corners.
After 10 hours in the car, Katie had had enough of today.
By the next morning, this morning, Rack was tender from the bite. We got him to the Vet and found he had been running a fever and was put on antibiotics and a saline drip.
Not too much more to tell. It's mid afternoon, my dog is probably in a really weird alternate universe. We got a muzzle for Katie, a Gentle Leader for her, and some instructions to Craig on how to do some training exercises.
I've got another hour before I can find anything else out.