Blue

We were enjoying our windswept beach walk this evening. Cousteau posed for the occasional photo. All was good in the world.

Until he got attacked by a husky cross. The guy just shouted that his dog wasn't good with other dogs (no s**t, Sherlock!) and carried on walking. I had to be the calm assertive leader so just popped Cousteau on his lead and walked the other way.

After putting 3 staples on his wound (he was so staunch), the vet put an Elizabethan collar on him and we set off home. He hates it but tolerated it for a bit. I took it off so that he can have a sleep. He's stopped licking for now.

How come when I know that he's "only a dog" I still feel like crying for him? I just hope that this doesn't put him off other dogs like his last attack did.

Love, cuddles, rest and antibiotics are the order of this evening. We'll see how he is tomorrow.

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Blue