Before I get into this post let me just share with you what I found on the lanai last night:
Why? I just got back from the vet. I had to drop off Hank. He has been getting better and everything was looking good but then I asked MacGyver to watch him for a half hour so I could go to the store.
When I walked in the door with my groceries, I scanned the sofa quickly and then said, ‘where’s Hank?’ at which point MacGyver said, ‘what do you mean?’
Apparently, we have different ideas about what ‘watch the dog’ means because when I’m at home all day working, I keep him right beside me and I don’t let him get up unless I carry him outside to go to the bathroom because stitches are expensive y’all!
MacGyver just watched him until he fell asleep on the sofa at which point Hank got up and went out to the lanai where he proceeded to chew out some of his stitches. We basically repeated the scenario this morning except I was only out of the room for 10 minutes to take a shower and in those 10 minutes he managed to chew out another chunk of stitches.
Now, if you saw the pictures of his spider bite and the subsequent surgery, you know he has a lot of stitches but that’s because he NEEDS all of those stitches. That’s why I took him back to the vet this morning to get more stitches.
As the vet was pulling back the skin to look at how it’s healing she found some additional necrosis. Fuck! So now, Hank is in surgery again.
You know what I wish? I wish that stupid fucking spider would’ve just asked me for four or five thousand dollars. That would’ve been a hell of a lot easier.
WTF? It’s Wednesday and if I never see another spider in my life, I really wouldn’t give a shit!