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.
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.
Now I am on the bed with my blanket trying to forget these horrors.
I want my family to come home and take me away from all this madness!!