littleladybug
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I admit that I was incredibly impressed with seeing my man in "crisis mode" on Saturday night. I admit that I have a dog who stuck his paw under the recliner to retrieve a ball, got it stuck and pulled it out-- with much blood ensuing. I admit that my man was able to wrestle said 70 pound dog to the kitchen floor, and direct me to his first aid kit with which we were able to wrap the paw up so we could get him to the emergency vet, about 30 minutes away. I admit that my man carried the dog to the car, and sat in the backseat with him (while the dog was more or less in shock) and was calm the entire way to the vet. I admit that I am impressed with, among other things, the fact that my man didn't tell me how bad he saw that this was, until after we arrived at the vet. I admit that I now have a dog who now has three toes on his left front paw, which fits with my other dog who has only three usable legs. I admit (and can only do that now that I know that he's fine) that I took a photo of my dog looking pathetic in his "cone of shame" yesterday, and put on the caption "it's all fun and games until someone loses a toe".
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