Jenna-dog update

The little Jenna Dog is here at work. She is sleeping. She's funny when she's smacked out of her gourd by pain meds. But one shouldn't make fun of the infirm.
Jenna got her foot caught in the deck the other day and she screamed in pain. She really did sound like she was dying and she must have thought she was. Bailey went in to finish her off. That's instinct. The other dogs want to kill off the injured dog so it won't suffer. Bailey tried to break her neck, but since her foot was caught, Bailey ended up tearing all the skin off the body.
Jenna's not really a bleeder, so she faked feeling OK and I believed her.
I rubbed a bit of antibiotic ointment on the punctures and left her to snooze in the closet.
The next morning, though, we're talking all kinds of drainage and swelling.
So off she went to the doggie hospital. She did not look bad to the vet, either.
But he kept her for stiches.
And then, oh my God. All that loose skin. All that infectious potential.
She has two drain tubes sticking out of the top and the bottom of her left side. She's shaved and stiched.
She's groggy and she can't jump or walk up stairs.
I think she might be really milking this whole thing because she keeps getting tons of attention from everyone in our offices.
Anyway, I am finally feeling a bit better. It took fully 48 hours for the post-adrenaline toxins to clear. My head doesn't hurt that much any more. Phew.
I'll post a pic if I can remember to take one.
Send well wishes.
Please.