January 7th 2011 10:44 pm
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Don't ask me how, but I've got a left paw injury that was kinda freakin my mom out. I started limping about a week ago and when my paw was checked mom wasn't sure what she was looking at, but it it made her queasy. There is A REASON mom is not a nurse or a doctor, so this is not her strong suit. Give her a psychiatric emergency anytime, but for dog's sake do.not.bleed.

After she got over her faint feeling, she googled up how to treat a paw pad injury and before you know it I was being soaked, disinfected, ointmented and wrapped. She wasn't sure if there might not be something still in there, so a trip to the vet was also in the cards. Mom may not be a good medical professional, but I am a good patient. Treats help.

Now I am walking around with a bandaged paw for awhile to let everything heal up. It is really cutting into my my walking routine and my kick Scout's heinie hobbie. I also get to play the sympathy card by looking real cute and pathetic.