Oh, Jingles...

So we had a fun night over the weekend. Jingles somehow managed to cut his foot on something in our yard, so we made a trip to the emergency 24-hour vet last Saturday night. He sliced into his foot down to the tendons, necessitating immediate surgery. The doctor said he did well ("he's not a sissy" were his exact words), but seeing a groggy Jingles limp out of the surgery room with a cone on his head at 4am was about the saddest thing I've ever seen.

For people in the Maryland-area, the vet is the Metropolitan Animal Clinic on Nebel St. in Rockville. We were very pleased with the service and care of Jingles.

The vets instructed us to keep him calm over the next few days, which is like telling Britney Spears to act like a sane, rational person. Ain't gonna happen. We've already been back to our vet several times to get him rebandaged, and resorted to duct tape, bitter spray and other things to try and keep the wrap on. When Jingles has his mind set on something, there's really very little that can be done to stop him.

Here's our poor boy...