Nail trim gone wrong...
Ok, so maybe I freaked out a little more than Buddy did. Maybe I was the one that started panicking going "OMG OMG OMG". When your vet makes you take some deep breaths before going back to look at your dogs nail, while your dog is looking at you crazy..maybe it really wasn't THAT bad.
Buddy's nails got kinda long, so I decided to trim them. Buddy is 20lbs of terror on four legs at times. He HATES his nails getting trimmed. I start, the neighbor slams the door (I live in a duplex) Buddy freaks, tries to jump off the couch, gets a nail caught and RIPS it almost out. Of course I freak, get the bleeding to stop, tried to trim back some of his foot floofs to see the damage, he screams, I do some sort of whine thing. Finally I just scoop him him and take him to the vet.
Buddy is more calm than me, my vet is looking at me trying not to laugh it seems. Makes me take some deep breaths, take him back, get him on the table, decides to just yank it like a band aid.
He doesn't move. Doesn't wine, yelp, bark or anything. Is just like "yeah whatever"...really...REALLY? Thanks dog, invalidate my feelings of worry why don't you, lol.
Don't get me wrong, it was nasty, he got it all the way to the paw and he did do some damage to his foot., but it looks worse than what it actually was.
She trimmed the rest of the nails for me and gave me some antibiotics to give him to be on the safe side. Best yet, she told me I could just come back by tomorrow and pay her. I didn't bother to stop at the bank to get any money out and I lost my checkbook somewhere in the house.
Best yet....Buddy walks and runs on it just fine until we get home. Now he lifts of that back leg just a little and looks at me with his head low and sorrowful pitiful eyes. I tell myself no sympathy! Yeah, doesn't work though.
We are defined not only by what we create, but by what we refuse to destroy.