Sadie had surgery on Thursday to remove a foxtail that migrated into her paw. My husband stayed home from work both Thursday and Friday to babysit as she has a huge cone around her head to prevent her from damaging the incision area. This morning I gave him some relief by taking her with me as a friend and I did our weekly coffee klatsch then ran a couple of errands.
A foxtail is the most evil and efficient of plants. It begins as an innocuous looking grass-like plant, which sets a seedhead – many greenish seeds, neatly organized into what looks like a sort of brush. When the plant begins to die back and dry out, the seeds shrink accordingly and are then borne off individual by a breeze. A point at one end allows the seed to land in a dog’s coat, or nose or ear, and a combination of not-quite-visible stickers and a splay of brittle material prevent easy removal. And when not removed, the vicious little things dig into the skin and migrate into the body. The dog’s veterinarian estimated that 80% of her patients in recent weeks arrive with foxtail-related ailments.
The foxtail is, in short, the Spawn of Satan.
It felt good to be out with the dog. This is in fact what I envisioned when I got Sadie: she would go everywhere with me. Of course, today wasn’t the ideal great outing because she had trouble getting around with the huge cone around her head and she was rather whiny – likely the result of being on painkillers. People stared quite a bit when I walked her to a grassy spot adjacent to the Trader Joe’s parking lot, as I thought she might need a pee (she didn’t, but she ran around in a circle for a while while I held her leash over my head. Maybe they were actually staring at the crazy lady holding a leash over her head in a parking lot … ). But she was a hit at Starbucks, and my friend accused Sadie of playing the sympathy card when she’d lift her bandaged paw.