Ouch - Sir Henry gets hurt

May 26^th, 2007 – Oh, what a terrible shame. A few weeks after we arrived back at our home from the last trip, we received visitors from Switzerland. Boy, do they speak a funny dialect – I barely understood them. However, they were also very nice people. They all talked about a nice hike on the next day, to the Monastery of Andechs, and I heard them mention “Schweinsbraten (porks leg)” etc. so I was looking forward to it.

But the evening before that adventure was to begin, we went on a little after-dinner walk, on my favorite track. I visited all the bushes and flowers on the way, like every day, and than we started to play and run and jump. Suddenly, I felt a big, searing, cutting pain on my left hind leg. Oh my god. Blood was everywhere. Some very careless and stupid people had left broken glass from beer bottles lying around and I stepped right into it. I bled and bled, I licked and licked my paw – but it didn’t get better at all. Mike even took his sock off, put it onto my paw together with some band-aid, but it didn’t help at all….
So he ended up carrying me home, he was full of my blood. Claudia put disinfection spray onto it and that helped. She also bathed my food in tea, so I licked it all night long … and at the end it took more than a week to heal.

So I missed out on the walk to Andechs and all the good stuff – but I am sure we will do it again – one day!