Our Wee One got bit at doggie day care this week.
It was like a mob hit at an Italian restaurant in New Jersey. Nobody saw nothin'.
Knowing Tiki, he probably started it.
Tiki is a tough guy though. No whining or complaining. Couldn't even tell he had a flesh wound until you put your hand on his back and came away with the CSI evidence.
Yup, that's the carnage over there. Hope nobody was having breakfast.
Luckily, it's almost square in his back so he can't reach it. This spares him from having to wear one of those collars that all the other dogs make fun of. That doesn't mean he doesn't try to get at it. That's why it looks a little red to the right of the stiches there. He's been scratching at it.
It only seems like we have to watch him 24 hours a day. In reality, it's more like 25 hours.
Unfortunately, I completely disagree with dressing up animals. Because it leads to stuff like this.
But I'll have to admit to buying a Wife Beater for the Tiki Monster. I won't let him wear it out in public, but it does perfectly cover up the stitches.
At least they made a sarcastic one.