Olde Dog is relaxing after his ordeal of visiting the vet and having his foot and tail bandaged.
He spends his days roaming the yard and woods, chasing and playing with Young Dog, watching the chickies, relaxing by the front window watching the world, and taking naps. Pretty much a full day!
Roaming the woods has its hazards, though, and he caught a toenail on something, maybe a stump or a root. He split one of his toenails, and it pulled away from the skin. We found his injury by following the trail of bloody dog prints through the house.
Olde Dog’s Man whisked him off to the vet for treatment. Olde Dog was so traumatized by the entire event, he whapped his tail and it began bleeding. Olde Dog and his Man sat in the room at the office creating a “Murder Room” as evidenced by all the blood on the floor and walls.
The bad news is that the vet pulled the toenail out. The good news is that Olde Dog’s Man didn’t have to, so he was the Good Guy.
Olde Dog had a rough evening with his throbbing foot and the annoying bandage on his tail. Today is a new day, and he feels much better. New days have a way of doing that.