Well, after taking Buster in for a cast this morning, I thought he had a leg fracture and then I go and find out it's one of his toes. Not being able to take my eyes off him for the last 4 hrs, I decided to cut the cast off. He didn't know how to move in it, (wouldn't move actually), and it kept twisting under him which pulled on his upper arm, where the bad bone is and he would cry out. He just tumbled from one position to the next and whined constantly.
I think the toe can heal without the danger of that huge, heavy, unwieldy cast. He didn't move a muscle when I took it off, hobbled around after me and is now, just moments later, asleep. He still needs to be kept quiet as he moves too much now. Tomorrow I take him into a specialist, who I hope concurs with me and doesn't insist on recasting him.
after...he looks a little bull-doggy here...Bullish!
before...not a happy puglet
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