My vet told me to just leave it alone, but do you know how hard it is not to pick at a scab? Ask a ten year old boy if he can leave a scab alone. That's about how I feel right now.
Since there isn't much that I can do, I've sprayed the wound once or twice with Scarlex, which did nothing but paint his hair red, and I've cold-hosed it trying to loosen the scab a little bit. Each afternoon, I sit and slowly scrape away the edges of the scab, woo-hooing if a bit crumbles off in my hand.
I lead a sad life, obviously.
The good thing is that he's sound, it's just ugly as all get out. And thick. It's got be a solid quarter inch. I tease the edges, but that's it. Here's where it's at lately. Click each photo if you want to study it up close. I do. I zoom that sucker to fill my entire screen looking for any signs of shrinkage.
My plan is for the scab to fall off just about the time we're ready for our first show. I am an optimist after all!