It's been a rough week in our home. Vlad brushed by something this weekend (probably Sunday) that was sharp enough to leave quite a gash along his side.
I discovered it when we arrived at home Sunday evening, and picked up Vlad to pet him. He laid on my chest for a while and I pet him, but when he got up, my shirt was covered in blood.
I found the offending wound, and determined we'd have to take him to the vet.
So now the poor guy's on antibiotics 2x a day and is wearing an Elizabethan collar:
He normally head butts me repeatedly in the morning when I'm preparing his food; I felt the collar hit my leg and he stopped, and sort of sat down, disoriented.
He'll be better soon, but it's a rough ride.