This story is actually mostly (okay ONLY) going to be about puppy dog nails. We have failed as doggy parents in that we did not take our dogs to get their nails clipped in a timely manner. It has been on the proverbial TO DO list for weeks. Our dogs clickity clack all over and their nails look horrible and can deliver a painful scratch if so desired (which is possible since they are terrier type dogs and they jump like it is their jobs...)
Last evening upon returning home, I let the dogs out of their crates which of course they are happy about. We joke that Santana is my jealous boyfriend and Lucy is Kevin's jealous girlfriend. That is just the way the loves runs with them. So if I even so much as look at Lucy in a kind and loving way Santana flips out. Last night, Lucy was a bit more hyper than usual so I was petting her and talking to her (HEAVEN FORBID!) Santana came flying up on to the top of the couch but did not realize it was a precarious location. A blanket used to keep all of us warm when watching the tube was there. SO off he fell - nothing unusual right? Well, apparently his dew claw caught on the blanket on the way down. He yelped in pain. I turned and grabbed him murmuring sweet nothings like 'its okay baby you just caught you claw' till I saw the blood... I shrieked like a wild woman and ran to get Kevin who was still outside with Matthew.
They came in and there was blood EVERYWHERE. UGH. I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off jumping up and down saying 'whatshouldwedowhatshouldwedo' while Kevin, Matthew and the dogs all looked at me like 'WTF woman get a hold of yourself.' Yes, I would be solid as a rock in a really traumatic incident...
Finally it was decided - call the vet. So I did and they said come on in (bless their lovely pet lovin' souls or I would still be jumping up and down...) I was just going to stay behind with Matthew until HE started wailing about wanting to go with Santana so we all hopped in the car a la Brady Brunch and went to the vet.
It was rather cute along the way Matthew kept pointing out the Christmas lights, trucks and the broken fence to Santana. He also told Santana stories to help calm him. Did I mention the claw completely fell off at one point before we called the vet which caused me jump up and down even more?!
Yeah so they wrapped Santana up and cut the rest of his neglected nails. Looked at his balding back, furrowed a brow over that like EVERY vet who has ever seen our poor balding allergy ridden dog and gave him back to us with a pain killer and some antibiotics. Poor little pup...
Needless to say this morning he is limping about on three feet and does not like his wrap... sigh... What terrible pet parents we are, no!!???! Now I definitely need to fill their stocking this year!