Fluff is Not Durable
/Poor Corrib (also known as Fluff, Murff, and Chunk) has had a pretty rough couple of weeks. First, it was having her scalp cut into with safety scissors. (Feel free to take a moment to enjoy the irony. I know I did.) In her fluffy defense, this was a direct result of her pet parents' 1) cheapness and 2) ineptness at dog grooming. Two staples in the head later we figured we were in the clear with our vet karma.
Sadly, Corrib's summer camping got the better of her and she brought home a zillion (give or take one or two) foxtails in her paws. All up in there like it's their job (which it could be given that I don't know any other worldly purpose for foxtails). Two trips and an invasive "probe" later, the Fluff is rocking the antibiotics and a new bed and blanket (old ones burned - see Velveteen Rabbit).
Corrib is taking sympathy donations in the form of cheeseburgers. Or bacon. Whatever.