Pitiful Irene..

So, all night long poor 'ole Irene is "lick, lick, lick" on her friggin' front paw.  And, low and behold, when I looked at it this morning, the thing had swelled up like a poision dog!  Huge, no wonder it hurts. So, obviously there's an infection that has to be cleaned out and you know that means another trip to the clinic.  I just don't have anyone here that has any comfort level in holding Kujo still while I doctor her paw.  I sure wish Stewart was here, or Lance or someone that has some cajones!
And, I go to see my Reading Friend at the school this afternoon and she tells me she has the rabies!  Yes, she went to the doctor for the "bites" on her and he told her she has the rabies!. She wasn't drooling or anything.  The teacher just waves at me when we go back to the school room.  The RF did read very well today.