John Henry, the three-legged boy
John Henry sort of fell on his inicision yesterday and was a bit sore--I think when he stretched the incision. I'm taking him back to the vet school tomorrow to make sure it's more or less okay. Then tonight he sort of fell on it again. The first time I felt sorry for him. The second time I still felt sorry for him, but, mostly I realized that even after living with them for more than fifteen years I still have to be reminded that under certain circumstances Rottweilers are really just giant idiots.
I have mentioned before that Rule Number One of the Code of the Rottweiler is: Pain is as nothing.
Because, really, if you'd recently had major surgery and you'd just hurt yourself the night before and your incision was still sore, would you think it was absolutely critical that you bounce like an idiot at the end of your leash because the neighbor was walking his dog? If you were a Rottweiler, you would so be doing just that.