Poor Bert

Poor Bert. I gave the dogs some bones the other night for treats. When I came home yesterday Melissa came running out and said that Bert had something stucked in his mouth. He had tried to get it off with his paws and had scraped his muzzle so much that it bled. It was also swollen pretty good. I looked inside his mouth and he had a huge piece of bone stucked in the upper mouth, which prevented him from eating, drinking, and even swallowing. But he is such a good boy. He let me stick my hands in a mess around with it. Not many dogs would let you do that. I was afraid to grab it too hard in case I would tear something in his mouth, so we took him to the wet. She just used a screwdriver to drive it out. Boy, was he happy. When we came home he had a bucket of water and some food.