Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My grand-dog Cooper was running with a little too much gusto and split his nail. Lots of blood. Yuck. Most dogs make yellow snow, but Cooper made red snow. (Sorry). His mom and dad took him to the new vet (they just moved a few weeks ago). The vet used his magic potion to convince Cooper to take a little nap while he removed the nail. Then Cooper, with more energy than sense, thought he should continue running. His mom and dad have more sense than energy, and kept him confined to the house. Cooper was not happy. Cooper was bored. So he redirected his energy into licking it. And licking it and licking it and licking it. Infection. Back to vet. Antibiotics. Cone. Try convincing Cooper it's his own fault that he's wearing a cone.
Posted by Sue at 8:31 PM