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.|
|Don't quit your day job.|