Reggie, the million dollar dog

Well, I haven't updated Reggie's status in a while and many may think that he is just fine after his surgery. WRONG.
Our dog, who, I have to say up front, we do love, is a money pit.
To back up... Reg has surgery a couple of weeks ago for an infection in his cheek. He comes home, happy and healthy and healing. That was a Tuesday. By Sat, the swelling had completely returned and his eye looked as though it was bulging out of his head. He went back to the doc.
The vet performs a second surgery and puts in a drain in his cheek. The drain is disgusting and actually drains blood out the side of his cheek. Ian and I begin a week of cleaning blood out of the carpet at all times of the day. The swelling remains partially. The open wound on his face is itchy, you can tell, and he is wanting to scratch but the Elizabethan collar he is forced to wear won't allow it, until...
Monday night. Ian heads out to watch the NCAA championship game. The girls are asleep. The dog has taken his meds and is asleep next to me on the floor. A few moments pass and he stands, somehow reaches around his collar and scratches. Yelping occurs and I take a look. Better if I hadn't. He has ripped the drain out of his face, there is a hole in his cheek, a tube dangling in two pieces from his face and oh, yeah, lots and lots of blood. I begin cleaning him up, his entire left side is bloody, there is blood on 6 walls in the house and puddling and splattered all over the carpeting and floors. Ian gets many phone calls from me and returns home to help. Reg spends the night in the kitchen so that we can contain the mess.
He returns to the vet the next day so they can clean him up and examine the damage. It's not so bad and they don't sew him up- we have to keep that wound open for a while so that it will continue to drain. Keeping it open is not fun.
Reg returns home Tuesday night, looking better and seeming to feel better. Ian takes him outside and is on his way back inside when I hear the worst crying ever. I open the door to see if Ian needs help and Reggie is now limping and not using his left hind leg. Great.
He returns to the vet on Thursday. More swelling in the face, a nasty looking eye and only 3 legs. We are told, "Good news, bad news.". The good news, his face is healing. The bad news, he has torn the acl in his left hind leg. The same thing he did to his right hind leg just a couple years ago.
He is only 8. No we don't have pet insurance (it wouldn't cover the leg, anyways) and he does not realize that if he would quit running up the vet bills we might actually be able to afford a yard for him. He's running out of parts to replace. We are running out of money. The vet loves him, for good reason. The million dollar dog and the million dollar vet, they get along great.