I have to preface this all by saying, I have the coolest vets ever. They take amazing care of me, feed me lots of easy cheez, and call me a good boy--even when I do my "terrier-fy-ing" bark that hurts everyone's ears. So, I wasn't really too upset about going to visit them.
As soon as Dr. E saw my head she said she knew there was something more than an aggravated scratch going on. She cleaned me all out and shaved my head a little bit so she could see better--hence my new nickname "Left Ear".
It turns out there were lots of little bumps on my head that Mom and Dad couldn't see or feel under my fur. Dr. E said I have a skin infection, and she needed to do some tests to find out exactly what kind. So she pressed these funny clear, skinny things against my ouch and scrapped at it a little bit. It didn't necessarily feel very good, but I got lots of easy cheez while she was doing it, so I stayed still and was really brave.
I was even braver than Mom was! Mom gets really queasy around blood and needles and hospitals and stuff. She was feeding me at first, but after a few minutes of the doctor scrubbing and shaving and checking out my head, Mom got a little dizzy and had to sit down. I think she felt bad, but afterwards I let her know that it was ok--not everyone can be as brave as a Welshie!
But anyway, the vet's office is suposed to call in a few days and tell us exactly what's up. In the meantime, Dad's got to wash me off with these nice little spongey things twice a day, and put a cream on my head to make it numb so I won't want to itch so much. Dad says the cream is good stuff--he got some on his finger on accident last night and he said it was numb for a whole hour!
And I still have to wear the horrible e-collar, but Mom and Dad got me one that's a little smaller--since I killed the other one--so I'm not running into stuff quite as much.
Overall I'm still pretty laid-up, but I can tell Mom's relieved to know exactly what's going on.