Buddy Wingo is an 8 year old beagle who was picked up by Animal Control on August 1st. While in their care he was attacked by three large dogs. An eye witness said Buddy didn’t fight back, the others were going to kill him and he was going to let them. That’s how sweet-natured this guy is.
Until recently Buddy looked like something out of a Frankenstein movie: criss-crossed by lines of sutures where Cedarwood’s staff cleaned up his torn flesh and stitched him back together. He had a flap of flesh three-fingers deep hanging off his neck that left is trachea and neck tendons exposed. His rump was torn up just as badly. Cedarwood’s staff was not sure he was going to live; many vets would have just put him down, but they tried … and succeeded!
He’s also had some plastic surgery to deal with granulations and scar tissue. Buddy Wingo has been in intensive care at Cedarwood for a month, but now he is ready to go into rehabilitation and can be moved to a medically aware foster home. That’s where we come in.
Tessa, a Vet Tech at Cedarwood showed me how to care for his wounds and what to watch for. She explained how they had put him back together. His lower back, right flank and rump had been ripped apart. His anus was hanging as a flap, torn all the way down to his colon. A large chunk of skin (about the size of my hand) was missing entirely. He had deep gashes on his left shoulder, and across his throat, and chest. More patches of missing fur and minor gashes across his back. Portions of both ears were amputated where they’d been shredded. The sutured wounds were healing up nicely, but that patch of missing flesh requires on-going attention.
I set up a large crate in the house where I can keep an eye on him.
All the others have come by to say hello, everyone was amiable. That will make things easier. This is likely to be a lengthy stay. To see what adventures he’s had since arriving, –> CLICK HERE <– for a listing.
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Why Buddy Wingo?
When N.A.C. picked him up, they hung the moniker “Wingo” on him. While at Cedarwood, they didn’t know his name and decided to refer to him as “Buddy”. When I picked him up, putting the two names together jiggled something in my rusty old memory bank … Buddy Wingo just sounded familiar somehow. Today I figured it out:
Just a nice guy who bad things keep happening to. That’s our Buddy Wingo!