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For the second Sunday in a row, our boxer, Apollo, got loose and attacked Lucius. This time, he got life-threatening injuries from Lucius, who is twice his size, and Apollo had to go into emergency surgery. We had been keeping them separated since last week, but Apollo got loose and went straight for Lucius again.
So, not only do we have to pay about $1600 in vet bills today, we now have to find a new home for Apollo. We can’t have a dog-aggressive dog in the house, no matter how much we love him. And we love him to death.
The vet was a nightmare as well. It was our 1st time there, but we went because they had emergency care on Sundays, and they are much, much closer than the other animal hospital. All I’ll say about that is that we hate them and will never go back to them. The only reason Apollo is still there is because his injuries were so bad, we couldn’t take him to the other animal hospital without endangering his life. We will be going to our regular vet for the post-op checkups.
This is one of the worst days ever.
UPDATE: We changed our mind. Rather than try to get rid of Apollo, we’ve decided to change the other side of the equation and find a new home for Lucius. I suspect it’ll be a lot easier selling an intact, pure-bred, registered Cane Corso male than it will be to find someone who wants an older boxer with impulse control issues. Lucius will be better off as the king of his own castle anyway.
Yes, we did do a podcast. I have the recording and everything. he reason you don’t see it because right after I finished recording it, I had to take Apollo to the emergency vet hospital.
Apollo had an “inverted prepuce”, causing Paraphimosis. I’m not going to tell you what that is. Look it up. (Be aware though, that if you look up “Paraphimosis”, you’ll probably get a NSFW result. Even at Wikipedia.) Apparently, even though he was neutered as a pup, when Contessa goes into heat, he has…urges. Which led to today’s complication.
So, I’ve spent the last 3.5 hours at the vet’s. But they got his thingy put back in, and he’s resting now. Any by “resting”, I mean stoned to the gills on a Valium and opiate cocktail. Here’s pics of the little stoner as of about 15 minutes ago.
He’s zonked out with a cool compress between his legs, to keep the swelling down.
Anyway, I’ll try to get the podcast up tomorrow.
More recent pics of the dogs from last week below the fold, for those who are interested.