One of the disadvantages of living in California is foxtail season. When the rains stop and the grasses dry out, foxtails keep vets in business. Something as simple as walking Echo outside at lunchtime and having her sniff the ground lead to an inhaled foxtail in her nose. At times like this I am very glad to be a vet.
Because the nose is such a sensitive area rarely can they be removed without anesthesia. Of course it would happen on a day I had an agility lesson after work....
Oh well at least the anesthesia went smoothly and she didn't have the odd tremoring/shaking/seizuring reaction to propofol anesthesia that her mother and uncle experienced.
Dang foxtails!!
4 comments:
Ouch, that looks like it hurts! Glad she is doing better.
Ow. Poor baby. I rather like Propofol myself. I've got some of my vets to liking it as well :)
Oh, nasty! Poor pup. Dang, I should have become a vet, would definitely come in handy! :-)
OOOWWWWEEEE, glad you were able to get it fairly easily. Not sure I'd want someone digging in my nose while I was awake either.
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