My Greyhound Space

Slinky the retired rescued greyhound seems to have taken a step back today, although there may still be signs of progress on the thyroid meds.  He insisted on licking the wound on his leg and making it sore again so I had to vetwrap it again.  That meant he was pretty miserable on his walk, hopping along with every step a sulk.  It's like he is saying to the world: "look at this horrible bandage they made me wear"  His friend and housemate Pingu also has a wound on his leg (oh what fun we are having!) and he lulled me into a false sense of security by leaving it alone - until he licked it all red and sore again, so now he has a bandage on too!  He is equally disgusted with the whole idea.

It has to be said that this is one of the tiny downsides greyhound adoption: they get cuts and wounds so easily as their skin is like tissue paper, and it can be a bit of a job keeping them off the wound and preventing them from turning a drama-ette into a real crisis!  It's a good job they are so totally adorable though so these chores don't seem so bad.  A kiss on the nose after the job is done, and everyone is happy.

As far as Slinky's demeanour is concerned, it didn't seem that he was shaking as much as usual when he got out of the car for his walk.  Vet says his TSH is "normal" whatever that means, so we will keep trying the pills for a month and see if there really is any effect on his spookiness and thermoregulation.