Zanthe winced and thought about going into the house for help, but decided that, since whoever was in there may have shot him, it wasn't the best idea right now. Giving the german shepard something to bite down on, Zanthe cleaned up his side the best she could and prepared to do a bit of surgery... something that she was thankfully somewhat experienced in from previous jobs, though normally she had been around to screw things up MORE. Pulling on a pair of rubber gloves, she drew some numbing agent into a syringe and gently placed a hand on the german shepard's stomach to steady him a bit. "Okay... I won't lie, this is going to hurt at first. But I'm going to give you something to kill the pain now and I promise you'll feel better in a week or two." She silently hoped that they would live that long. ("They" meaning both her and him. The town is a pretty dangerous place, right?)
(Did the bullet enter his body from the front, the side, or the back?)