October 5. Day 278. As sick as a dog

Rumple has been frantically licking his rear leg for a few days now. I poked and prodded and tried to see what was going on. Under all that hair, it really wasn't possible to see anything good, bad or indifferent.
Then yesterday he had a haircut revealing a wound.
It may have been a bite. It may have been an injury from a stick or similar. But it obviously hurt and obviously required a trip to the vet.
So off we went to Dr Bernie. After an antibiotic injection and a prescription bottle of Bitter Bite we were off and on the road to recovery (hopefully).
What road we know for sure we were on was the one leading to Margaret's nursing home where a cuddle was the best medicine for both parties.