Mommy had to run me up to the vets today all because of my stupid, little, yellow, rubber ball.
Mommy and me were outside playing. When Mommy threw the ball, I ran as fast as I could to get it. When I did, something happened and I started limping. Mommy ran over and saw my back toenail was straight up pointing to the sky and blood was everywhere!! It was all over the grass!! All over me!! All over Mommy!!... Okay, that's not true. But it was bleeding.
So Mommy called the vets office and they told her to bring me right in.
It was horrible!!! It was packed with dogs and I was the only little dog there!!! Well, except for a little puppy lab who was trying to go for my jugular!! Okay, that's not true either. But he was sniffing my face and my butt and I didn't like it!
I was so terrified of the six German Shepherds that were coming and going, I practically crawled up on my Mommy's head. But she protected me.
If you think that was bad it only got worse! When Mommy brought me into the examine room the vet man came in, looked at my foot and pulled off my toenail!!! Right there! Like he was pulling off a band-aid. I couldn't believe it! But he wasn't done yet!! He gave me a shot, put some kind of medicine on my boo boo toe that made me cry then wrapped it up like a mummy!
Now I've gotta walk around with this!
The only good thing that came out of this was the vet man reassured my Mommy that my weight is absolutely perfect. She's been nervous since I lost almost 2 lbs from playing so hard with my little yellow, rubber ball. She thinks I'm too skinny and wants to fatten me up. But the vet man said not to.
So I only have to wear this for another day, but I'm "working on it" when no one is watching.
Now it looks like I've got a hockey stick for a leg.