Shivers and Putz are such characters…from the time Ed found Shivers up to our other barn after someone and just dropped him and a sibling off, the dog and cat have been best buds. Still do not understand how someone can just leave animals, especially babies, out in a snow storm. Lucky for Shivers Ed found him relatively soon, but his sibling froze to death…(Carol)
I grew up with a small black and white dog who we lost a couple of years after getting married. Her name was Beezy and just like the Aussie’s that came after her, boy she loved to ride!
In her younger years she was fearless, which lead to her getting porcupine quills once. Per normal with this problem, my Father and I pulled out what we thought were all the quills…a couple of weeks later there was a boil-looking bump under her lower jaw! What likely happened was a quill had broken off and as common, it continued through.
We again opened the abscess, removing the broken quill, leaving an open wound where she couldn’t lick to heal it up. Solution from my Father was to let her lick my finger, then rub the wound like she would with her tongue! Sure I thought, how do I get this started, but that night when she was sitting on my lap, I just stuck out two fingers and like she knew what was going on she licked them a few times then stopped. I did my best imitation of ‘licking’her wound with my two fingers. We did this every night and in about 2 weeks, her open wound was healed, finger lickin’ style…
To complete this full circle, many years later with Jake, another in a long line of great dogs, did the same thing for me… I was getting an open sore on my leg that was swelling from bad burn I had gotten a few years earlier! Doctors tried over a year, but no one came up with the support socks I wear today or even testing for diabetes ( which I was diagnosed with a few years ago).
I gave up the doctor routine and I was still walking around with an open sore, so the change I made was to wear shorts almost year round…I had gotten to the point that my pants touching it, even the bed sheet and blanket, HURT…With Jake always being with me it seemed every time I stopped, he would try to lick that sore.
At the table when sitting to eat, even driving the tractor he would work his way to that sore and I would have to stop him because it hurt too much…He would slow down and lick around the sore while it got to the point where it was a manageable pain and in the matter of 6 or so weeks, my leg was healed.
Even though it healed, that spot was always a bit sore I still wore shorts, and even today, as much as possible.All Jake’s life I noticed he would sniff that leg over daily and ever so often would lick it where the sore had been.
Lucky for me, after losing Jake, out new family doctor sent me to a specialist who got it right; compression stockings for those legs and get the diabetes under control with diet and weight loss. This full circle happened at the right time too, because all these good dogs I’ve got now seem to all be good at the same thing…playing rugs!