I've got a poorly paw...
|Author: Sam Stevenson||Published: 11th March 2008 20:05|
Sometimes, even I have to admit that being my normal bouncy self can get me into bother. Take last Sunday, when Hu-Mum and Hu-Mum-next-door decided to take us doggies out for an afternoon constitutional between hurricanes.
Well, we were trotting along quite happily when a touch of the Formula 1s came over me, and I felt the urge to bomb it. Unfortunately, Barney chose that moment to turn and pee and wham - collision! Barney's a pretty solid chap and came off no worse for wear, but I was a little stunned, if I'm honest, and whilst I didn't realise it right away, I had sustained an horrific injury!!!
Us Borders are pretty stoic, as you know, so I carried on chasing bunnies and it wasn't until I looked down and saw the blood that I realised what had happened. I'd torn my toenail right off to the quick, no less! Yuck!
I have to confess that I'd had a little poopie on the way, so Hu-Mum didn't have a bag left to cover my injury with and my poor little paw got a bit muddy. (Moral - train your human to carry a spare when you train them to pick up after you - us doggies like something to sniff, but trust me, you don't want to be with a human that's trod in one of our little calling cards - they make such a FUSS!)
Anyway, Hu-Mum did a passable job cleaning my wound and bandaging me up when we got home, but there's something about a bandage that's just so chewy...
Needless to say, by the next day it was all very soggy, and I wasn't feeling quite myself, so it was time for a trip to my personal physician, for a jab and some antibiotics.
All's well that ends well, but I'm off walkies for a week, and I think I've learned my lesson - for now...