Jeebus!

First let me say that Boz did not get shot in the head. It just looked like it.

This evening I was sitting on the front porch playing solitaire. Boz was running around in the Christmas trees. I could hear his tags jingling in the dark. After a little while he came walking out of the trees and stood next to the driveway. He was acting strange. He stood in a hunched over position which made me think he might be constipated. I called him but he wouldn't come. When he finally came up to the porch I saw that he had a perfectly round wound on his head. My heart lurched.

I took him in the house and had everyone look at him. He had a larger, bullet-sized hole and a smaller one an inch away. They looked like entrance and exit wounds. I hadn't heard a gunshot and I didn't hear him yelp but it was pretty noisy out there so I could have missed it. There are a couple of loud parties in the neighborhood. I thought maybe someone had been drinking and decided to shoot something and that something was Boz. I called Virginia to ask her where the emergency vet was. Paige and I hopped in the car and took Bozzie to the vet.

We waited about an hour. It was pretty busy. Boz was acting quite normal by this time (and by "normal" I mean he wanted to attack any dog that got close to him). When the vet finally examined him he said he didn't think it was a gunshot wound. He took him back to shave the area and clean it up a little. When his assistant brought Boz back there were THREE wounds and none of them were deep. Boz must have run into something at full speed. My stupid, effing dog did this to himself!

So, now his head is shaved around a perfect triangle of holes. They sent us home with some antibiotics and some ointment. I'm blasted. Just before this happened I was thinking, please, no more dead animals, no more dead people, let me cruise for a while. Then Boz walked up with an injury that looked quite serious. AARGH!

But we're ok. Nothing to see here, move along, move along.

I'm going to bed.