Beaut - dog of Frankenstein

First, eewwww. Second, gross. Third, thank your deity of choice, she's okay. We brought Beauty the wonder dog home at about 6:30am. By this time Darr and I were more than a little snippy with the staff at DoveLewis - our apologies. In our defense, it took a long time for them to treat Beauty. Okay, I get it. It is an emergency hospital, and those that are worse off need to be treated first. This not only makes sense, it is the right thing to do. Had we understood what this meant (i.e., an extremely long overnight wait), I imagine we might have considered taking Beaut home and calling periodically to see when it would be a good time to bring her back in so she could get the proper medical care she needed for her injury. Our dog definitely would have preferred being at home with her humans to staying at the hospital with strangers. Under this system, given the volume of critical cases the hospital sees, Beauty could have waited for days for treatment. Although I doubt this is their policy and am hopeful they have safeguards in place so animals with lesser injuries don't get overlooked until they become critical.

Our poor pup has that ridiculous cone for her head, to keep her from bothering the stitches and drain they put in, which Darr and I vow to leave off as much as possible when we're able to watch her. How humiliating is that frickin' cone thing?