We had to rush him to local veterinary hospital (!) for emergency treatment. By the way, taxi drivers are assholes. They wouldn't take us the impossibly-far-to-drive 6 blocks to the vets because we had a dog, despite the fact they could see very clearly that he was bleeding and he's TINY.
The vet hospital was better equipped and staffed than most human hospitals I have had the pleasure to see the inside of. Most of the staff didn't speak English, so we had to communicate in very basic Portuguese (I'm beginning to graduate to full sentences, but still reverting to a pigeon version of the language when I'm in a hurry), using various hand signals and eventually Google Translate.
They had to clean up his wounds and he yelped, squealed and barked his way through the whole thing - even after they administered a sedative. He's a chihuahua, they're "agitado" (jumpy/fussy) in general.
Then he vomited everything we fed him for about 2 days - including his antibiotics - so since Tuesday he has had to go to the vets twice a day for antibiotic shots. He hates going there and saves all his pee for whoever is unlucky enough to be administering the shots. He's eating special [expensive] mush for his dicky tummy and he's still refusing to drink water, so we mix it into the mush to make sure he doesn't get dehydrated.
Other than that, he's happily hobbling along on his messed up paws (no broken bones, just a couple of nails came off - hence the blood) that are healing quite well, and is enduring his neck cone. Bless.
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