Dog Day Afternoon

We had an unusual request for patient care today.

One of narcotic-sniffing German shepherds from the air force K9 unit lacerated his rear leg. The nearest vet is a helo ride away in Kandahar, a bit far for simple treatment. So as jacks-of-all-trade (masters-of-none) and animal lovers (or tolerators, in some cases), we took the case. Hey, it was something different. After a quick teleconference with the vet, we make quick work of the wound.

Dog iv on the floor.

Paw and fur specialist at work.

I think we qualified for honorary membership in the Afghanistan Veterinary Society, Zabul Chapter. That, and a Scooby snack.

Don't quit your day job.