November 11, 2008
First and foremost, Kix is a little banged up, but he is home and playing fetch over and over and over just like he always! Thank goodness . . .
Now here's the rest of the story: Monday night Max and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating cookies, Jay was watching tv in the living room, and Kix was doing his nightly in and out thing. At the moment he was out and then I heard him scratch at the door as he always does when he returns. I looked up at the deck door at the same time that Kix stood on his hind legs against the door. With panic in his eyes, he was staring at me through the door. Quickly I saw the blood running from his neck and down his hair to dripping off onto the deck. I screamed something like "Kix is back and he's BLEEDING!" I ran to the door and of course let him inside. He bee lined to Jay laying in the living room floor, dripping blood all the way to him. We grabbed him and brought him in to the hardwood of the kitchen to inspect him. I immediately began applying pressure to the wound on his neck under his left jaw about collar line. As we looked him over we found multiple puncture type wounds to his neck. Max quickly asked if Kix needed a Scooby Doo band aid like his. He had just gotten a new box earlier that evening at the store. Jay called our neighbors to come over and look him over with us to help decide what we should do. While he called, I took Kix back to the tub and began washing the blood from hair to better see the wounds. Michael and Shannon came down and checked him out with us. Michael called his brother who had some animal IQ for guidance. Upon complete inspection we counted 5 punctures to the neckline: 2 to his dorsal neck (like canine teeth marks), 1 to his left ventral neck around his jugular, and 2 to his left ventral upper neck; then 1 to his right lower side. Poor baby. We got everything to stop bleeding except the deep one near his jugular it continued to ooze for an hour or so. We decided that he was in good enough shape (although shaking like a leaf) to wait until morning for the vet. We cuddled him and checked on him throughout the night.
Tuesday, Jay took him to the vet as soon as they opened. The vet put him to sleep and cleaned out the wounds while applying some good antibiotic ointment. Luckily nothing had to be stitched. Kix did well and Jay picked him up in the afternoon. By the time I got home from work, Kix was bringing me the tennis ball and ready to play. We chased it just like he always does last night. It was a wonderful feeling to see him doing better. He has to complete a 5 day regimen of amoxicillin and antibiotic cream to the sites. We thought that the coyotes had gotten him, but the vet feels like it was a run in with a opossum. He said that a 'coon (as Max says) or a coyote would of killed him.
We are very glad that Kix was being watched over during his wild animal confrontation. He gave us a real scare. Some may say that he is just a dog, but he has been our baby since 1999. In those 9.5 years we have grown very attached to him. Now that Max is on the scene, Kix has taken a little bit of a back seat role, but we still love him dearly. See my early picture of the BFFs taking a nap. That picture describes Max and Kix very well.
First and foremost, Kix is a little banged up, but he is home and playing fetch over and over and over just like he always! Thank goodness . . .
Now here's the rest of the story: Monday night Max and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating cookies, Jay was watching tv in the living room, and Kix was doing his nightly in and out thing. At the moment he was out and then I heard him scratch at the door as he always does when he returns. I looked up at the deck door at the same time that Kix stood on his hind legs against the door. With panic in his eyes, he was staring at me through the door. Quickly I saw the blood running from his neck and down his hair to dripping off onto the deck. I screamed something like "Kix is back and he's BLEEDING!" I ran to the door and of course let him inside. He bee lined to Jay laying in the living room floor, dripping blood all the way to him. We grabbed him and brought him in to the hardwood of the kitchen to inspect him. I immediately began applying pressure to the wound on his neck under his left jaw about collar line. As we looked him over we found multiple puncture type wounds to his neck. Max quickly asked if Kix needed a Scooby Doo band aid like his. He had just gotten a new box earlier that evening at the store. Jay called our neighbors to come over and look him over with us to help decide what we should do. While he called, I took Kix back to the tub and began washing the blood from hair to better see the wounds. Michael and Shannon came down and checked him out with us. Michael called his brother who had some animal IQ for guidance. Upon complete inspection we counted 5 punctures to the neckline: 2 to his dorsal neck (like canine teeth marks), 1 to his left ventral neck around his jugular, and 2 to his left ventral upper neck; then 1 to his right lower side. Poor baby. We got everything to stop bleeding except the deep one near his jugular it continued to ooze for an hour or so. We decided that he was in good enough shape (although shaking like a leaf) to wait until morning for the vet. We cuddled him and checked on him throughout the night.
Tuesday, Jay took him to the vet as soon as they opened. The vet put him to sleep and cleaned out the wounds while applying some good antibiotic ointment. Luckily nothing had to be stitched. Kix did well and Jay picked him up in the afternoon. By the time I got home from work, Kix was bringing me the tennis ball and ready to play. We chased it just like he always does last night. It was a wonderful feeling to see him doing better. He has to complete a 5 day regimen of amoxicillin and antibiotic cream to the sites. We thought that the coyotes had gotten him, but the vet feels like it was a run in with a opossum. He said that a 'coon (as Max says) or a coyote would of killed him.
We are very glad that Kix was being watched over during his wild animal confrontation. He gave us a real scare. Some may say that he is just a dog, but he has been our baby since 1999. In those 9.5 years we have grown very attached to him. Now that Max is on the scene, Kix has taken a little bit of a back seat role, but we still love him dearly. See my early picture of the BFFs taking a nap. That picture describes Max and Kix very well.
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