You probably remember that a little while ago a wonderful man, Michael Keenan, ran into a burning building to save a Jack Russell Terrier anmed Bobby. Bobby’s furmom recently barked in an update on Bobby.
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Since many of you have been asking about how my Rascal of a Russell is doing, I thought I would use this collective e-mail to let you all know.
Not a day goes by where Bobby doesnt astound me with his fortitude and crack me up with his attitude. Yesterday he got rave reviews from Dr. Cook who performed the grafts on his corneas. She confirmed that as of now, he has close to functional vision. I suspected as much because he quit running full speed into everything which means that the bonk on the end of his nose is almost cleared up! She is going to trim the grafts back on May 2nd and after that, he will hopefully have full peripheral vision. In other words it will only be the center of his sight that will be lost.
He has all the bandages removed permanently and his skin is healing at a rapid rate. I massage silver sulfadiazine cream onto his skin for 2 hours a day followed by a vitamin E oil massage. Yes, dog massage definitely has therapeutic value for both Bobby and I. His skin has shrunk from where it used to be, so he has a limited range of motion, but the doctors think with increased activity he may gain some of that back.
The pad forms on the bottom of his feet are also looking pretty good and he is developing scar tissue. So now he has two walks in socks per day and 2 walks no socks. Finding 4 matching infant socks for his feet was interesting since surprise they only come in pairs. 🙂 Far be it for Bobby to not have a set of matching socks!
For the most part his recovery at this point is constantly 4 steps forward, 1 step back which is far better than where he was several weeks ago when it was 2 steps forward, 1 step back. For instance, he has developed some strange growths under his toe nails and none of his doctors know what they are they say that have seen similar things on horses called proud flesh, but not on dogs.
And about that attitude! To sum it up, we were in the dog park the other day and before I knew it, he was hanging off of the neck of a very large good natured yellow lab humping away at his head like there was no tomorrow (Bobby still even has the cone on his head!) after which a laughing stranger looked at Bobby and said Dude, do you want a cigarette?”
Bobby has a ways to go in his recovery, but everyday is a cherished day and we are so blessed to have all of you rooting for his well-being!
With love and appreciation,
Jg & Bob the Dog