The Beagle Patient

Scrappy would like to thank everyone who read about his plight and commented (despite the fact it was the shortest part of the whole piece, he adds sneeringly).

Here's our sad little Boofus last night.  He was not real with it and did a lot of whining as his pain pills kicked in.  A little bit before this pic, we went outside which he didn't particularly enjoy because he wasn't able to bark and howl at this:

Yep, Ms. Deer was just down the trail.  But we came in, and I thought perhaps if we laid down early, he'd forget the pain and the deer and just crash.  So at 6:30, we went to bed.  More whining, laying right on top of me, "Daddy, can't you do something?"  But then we looked out and Ms. deer had two friends.  First, a second deer emerged; then, within seconds, a bunny rabbit hops out.  One eating tree leaves, the others eating grass.  After several minutes of watching ( and more "Daddy do somethings"), the deer eating grass nearly stepped on the bunny, and he hopped over to the other side of the trail.  But apparently there was something about the taste of "grass recently sat upon by rabbits", and the deer ended up running her nose right up the bunny's butt!!!  I swear to God, this really happened.  Like anyone who's been suddenly goosed by a deer, the bunny sproinged about a foot up and a yard down range (0.3 m up and 0.9m downrange for you metric people).

After this, a third deer appeared in the brush, but soon everybody, having had their good laugh at Mr. Bunny, wandered away.  Scrappy soon walked over to his usual spot, flopped down with an unusually hard thud, and we were done for the night.

This morning, he was almost at his full level of piss and vinegar, wanting to play ( Daddy wisely making him just play fetch rather than the usual tug) before I went to work, and actually barking at me ( although shaking his head still eluded him).  This afternoon, he's basically normal, but will have to do with three pills every 12 hours and watered-down food for a while.