which manchester, the shrew or the flipped over and dragged..bronki had my luck i am afraid..my mama says if it can happen it WOULD happen to you..when i took him to the off leash park he sheared off the pads on both front feet..i had to carry his 80 lbs inside and out, they healed quicky but it was awful..he couldn't walk at all and the three steps to the porch with an armload like that was hard on my back. (yes i can pick up 80 lbs and go up three steps and carry it all the way to the sofa..i am no slouch! Mary has only had one bad booboo until the eye thing began last year. She jumped the fence to chase away some teenage boys that shouldn't have been crossing the neighbor's yard..she had pups and was extra protective..anyway she was large with milk and caught the skin on the prong of the fence (u know when they put the sharp points up?) and it was terrible..that already thin skin in the first place tore upen to a gaping round wound almost 3 inches across right next to the nipple..i had a terible time getting it to heal. I took her to the vet and he suggested wrapping her whole body which if you have ever seen a nursing woman or dog you know that simply won't work..i had to keep it clean and with ointment on it and then still get a pup to nurse that nipple so she wouldn't get mastitis..i would use both hands to encircle the nipple so the pup couldn't scratch the raw wound. Anyway back to Bronki that was a awful thing to happen and it is not a laffing matter, he really screamed. after that he didn't have anymore booboos until he got cancer. My mama says she did't bring me into this world to suffer, and i have battled some extreme pain with my tmj surgeries, and multiple other problems...i felt like saying the same thing to bronki. He was prone to respitory infections and the sun bothered him a great deal..i always felt he was a little more fragile and was very careful in his care. I think maybe that is why he was so receptive to my illness and as tender with me..he never left my side, even when the other dogs were playing or getting treats..he would just lean against me or let me hold him in my arms..he helped me make it thru some truly tuff times. i wish you all could have met him..he was like a deep river..quiet, strong and gentle, more humane, more human then anyone i have ever met. Maybe battling his own illnesses gave him the compassion that beats any other dog i have known. He had empathy is what i am trying to say i guess.
