A Terrible Injury.

Canine ruminations, wallowing in misery

Yesterday was a nice enough day.  Food, walks, cuddles, and a trip to Dolores Park with the boys.  Then tragedy struck.  I tore my dewclaw.  Ouch!!  I began to limp.  The boys carried me home.  I bled a little on Liam’s jacket.  They set me up on the couch like a queen, with a towel and a drink of water.  I licked my injury and basked in the attention of the onlookers.  Then I went to bed.

Apparently this injury is very common.  And painful.

Apparently this injury is very common. And painful.

This morning, my paw felt much better, although I still licked it a lot.  Then the other mother put the harness and leash on me.  A walk? Really?  No, it was worse than that.  The car.  I peed a little bit in fright.  Into the car I went.  And then it got even worse.  We went to the vet.  They put me to sleep and when I woke up, I had a big purple bandage on my foot.  plus I felt alll spaced out and weird.  The other mother picked me up and I whimpered my disapproval all the way home.

Why, oh why, did you take me to the vet? I was feeling better! I don't care that my claw was dangling!

Why, oh why, did you take me to the vet? I was feeling better! I don’t care that my claw was dangling!

Now I am on the bed with my blanket trying to forget these horrors.

I am still sleepy from the sedation.  Can you tell?

I am still sleepy from the sedation. Can you tell?

Getting comfy again.

Getting comfy again.

I want my family to come home and take me away from all this madness!!

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