My sweet little baby had 6 sutures placed in her paw today. I went for a jog this morning and took the dogs because the chilly weather makes them frisky and they tend to stay out with me the whole time instead of running up back to the house. Unfortunately, the field of hay behind our house was recently cut. It is now a massive playground of new smells and friendly little critters peeking their heads out to see where their blanket of hay went. If not for Ken, I wouldn't have even known Sky was hurt. He was inside eating Tornados for breakfast and somehow happened to see Sky limping and came out to see why.
He motioned to me that something was wrong. It just looked like weird waving to me so I kept jogging. He called me. I figured it was nothing that couldn't wait five minutes for me to finish and catch my breath (I figured it was about job interviews or dinner plans with a family friend that had come to visit). He calls again. I moodily stopped my stopwatch, stopped running, and rudely said, "WHAT?!" After I heard what he had to say, I sheepishly said, "Oh. I'll be right there.", and ran up to the house.
Sky was bleeding all over the place (not really, but there was a little spot on the bed) and Ken showed me the cut which looked just about awful. I turned into Super-Mom that doesn't get upset about anything like blood on the bed and takes care of all emergencies with strange calmness. Somehow, she managed to slice the webbing between her claws in the hay field out back.
Look at that face...
Don't worry, there will be lots of cuddles for this little love plum tonight!
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