I don’t know what we would have done without a Wilson’s tennis wrist band. It made the perfect bandage for Rico’s injured dew claw.
I think every dog parent should have one.
A few weeks ago, Rico superman slid down a few steps. He was trying to get ahead of my ham-carrying boyfriend. See, when Rico takes a medicated bath for his itchy, dry skin, he has to stand there for several minutes for the shampoo to work. We pass the time eating. This time we had leftovers, but that’s not a concept Rico’s familiar with or apparently approves of.
So he went all in to get around my boyfriend on the stairs and ended up superman sliding down the last few. The edge caught one of his front dew claws. It hurt. A lot. And bled. A lot.
The emergency clinic didn’t think it needed to be removed, so they club-wrapped it for a few days.
We did good for a week, but then it became infected. You would have thought Rico bled peanut butter the way he was licking at it, poor fella. Boy, did he get good at getting underneath layers of bandages to pull out gauze.
We fought with the e-collar cone of shame.
We wrestled all night for a few nights. It was getting ugly.
Then I tried the tennis wrist band. Wal-mart had just one. I would have thrown elbows at kids to get my hands on it. (Luckily I didn’t need to.)
Maybe it was just the right amount of pressure to make it comfortable. Maybe it was just thick enough he couldn’t flip it up to get under it. Whatever it was, he wore it like a champ. Like a model.
Our regular vet removed the bad toenail and prescribed antibiotics. The wrist band helped him feel more comfortable. And we’re all happy again.