Zeke got home yesterday morning without too many complications, other than the giant cone they put on his head didn’t fit well into our little car. I found out two things about my dog. 1. He’s over 100 pounds by two. 2. He has the ability to make a building shake when he barks. This is going to sound bad, but my dog has a prejudicious against Pitt Bulls. Let me explain, we have two Pitt Bulls that live two houses over from us. They get out occasionally and they like to come into my yard where my kids are playing. These two dogs are the reason Pitt Bulls have a bad name. They a mean and vicious and one went after my husband once. Zeke chased them off without even getting into a dog fight (Not how he ended up with the Hemotoma). Since then, Zeke has decided Pitt Bull=Bad. He is happy and friendly with everyone else on the planet – well, unless he’s breaking up a fight between the cats, but that is another story.
To get back on track, he came home yesterday. The girls of course nearly Mother-Hened him to death. He wasn’t even allowed to eat from his own bowl, as the girls decided to feed him his kibble one tiny piece at time. He’s accepted that he no longer has the freedom or the ability to sniff someone’s butt at the moment. All of this he takes in stride. It’s almost as if nothing happened to him, though he does enjoying using the width of his Elizabethan collar as a battering ram. I think he seeks out things he can crash into because he knows I won’t yell at him for it while he’s on the injured list.
We took him with us to my parent’s house for dinner. I was sure he and my father’s dog would get along, but the little Boston Terrier wanted nothing to do with that giant thing on his head! So I had to shut Zeke in the “dog” room while we ate dinner, and then everyone went outside with him afterwards.
He had a great time, even though I wouldn’t let him run and play too much. Doesn’t he look like he had a great time? He was giving my husband Paw, to try to get him to take the leash off so he could run on my parent’s 53 acres of land.
He is truly an amazing dog and we love him very much.
My Rottweiler/German Shepherd mix. Zeke The Hero has a wound: A 
