Like any typical afternoon, you could find us in the backyard playing fetch. And, like any typical afternoon, the ball happened to bounce off of Shea's nose and into the bushes at the backend of our yard. Since Shea does everything with gusto, he dove after the ball with all of his might. What happened then was not typical. Rather than running out with the ball, he ran out yelping and limping.
I'm not sure I have ever sprinted across the yard so fast, especially considering I am carrying an extra 25 pounds. Shea's dewclaw, the "toe" that is higher up on his leg, the equivalent of the human thumb, was sticking straight out and beginning to bleed. After the Big Guy calmed down a bit, he still wanted to play. I ran to the pet store and got some blood stopper, and it stopped the blood. Weird how that works.
The nail eventually fell off. Although slightly mopey, after some research and a call to the vet, essentially the dewclaw will heal on it's own. Certainly not the worst injury he has had!
Believe me, those were worse!
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