Anyway, it hurt a bit, but I stayed on task. Daddy tried those boots with me, but I hate them. They suck, are ugly, feel funny and just aren't fashionable. Now i know why he tried to make me wear them. I was hard headed and just wouldn't walk in them though.
Daddy noticed me limping and called off the search. He made me roll over on my back while he checked my paw. I knew he could fix it. He can do anything, even make delicious food come out of the cold box.
Well, Daddy poured some fizzy water on my cut, and then put some white stuff and some sticky silver stuff on it. I'm starting to wonder about his competence. They say he's a nurse, but Damn. I was walking better before he started. Oh well, being injured has it's perks. More Beggin' Strips, please!
DADDY'S NOTE: H2O2 + sterile gauze and duct tape = New dog, one that limps and staggers about.
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