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Well, my puppy liked mine so much, he wanted one...
Sunday we came home from church to find Brody's paw bleeding. We tried all afternoon to get it to stop. We made him lay on a blanket and the bleeding would subside - until he would get up and then it would start again. Don went out to buy some special stuff that helps to stop the bleeding. It worked for a while, but once Brody started walking around, the wound opened right up and the blood started flowing. At about the point where the blood was dripping from his paw, we decided we needed to get him to a vet.
Unfortunately, there's no vet offices open at 7:00 on a Sunday night. So we had to take him to an emergency animal hospital. [cha-ching$$... there goes half of our summer vacation.] They wrapped the red bandage around him as soon as we carried him in because they didn't want him to bleed all over their floor. They determined they needed to stitch him up. We had to leave him there and go back to pick him up, which Jake and I did at 11:00.
They gave us this little plastic bootie for him to wear when he needs to go outside. But he can only go out to take care of business. We're supposed to keep him calm and inactive. When he needs to go out, we have to take him on a leash.
And he's supposed to wear this collar to keep him from trying to get his bandage off.
Of course, he hates the bandage, the bootie, and the collar. And of course, we hate having to keep him in the house when he loves to be out in the snow and having to take him outside when it's below 10 degrees.
And in case you're wondering, we think he cut his paw on the metal landscaping trimming we have in the backyard... the ones that he spent all summer tearing off the rubber protection. When the temperatures rise a little and the snow melts, we'll have to go out and rip out every piece of trimming.
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link of the day:
http://www.m-w.com/info/07words.htm
Right now it's late Wednesday night and I am not looking forward to tomorrow morning. By the time most of you read this, I will have had to take our family cat, Snickers, into the vet's office to be put down. I'll spare you all the details. The bottom line is that he has cancer and it's got to the point where he is not living comfortably. We've known for a year or so that his time was limited. We are thankful that we've had him for as long as we have.
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this is my daughter's cat, snickers. he doesn't get much attention around here since the boys in the house claim they don't like cats. every once in a while, dani and i dress him up or put fun stuff on him and then send the pictures into stuff on my cat dot com (link).
here's another wordless wednesday.
