Poor Little Pup

Last Sunday, it was actually pretty and somewhat warm outside.  Okay, it wasn't really warm, but the sun was actually shining.  So, Bruiser went next door to play with Duke.  It wasn't too long before I got a call from Karen.  She said that Richard noticed that Bruiser was bleeding and it wouldn't really stop.

Brent was on shift, so I went next door to check it out.  Richard helped me get him all cleaned up and wrap an ace bandage around it.  When we got home, I wrapped some athletic tape around it, so that he couldn't bite through the ace bandage and hurt himself worse (and to keep from getting lots of blood on the carpet).  Of course, Taylor was there to help.  Baby wipes seem to solve all our problems these days. . . at least through Tay's eyes.  And if that doesn't work, a kiss fixes any boo boo.

The poor little pup looked miserable.  Turns out, he stepped on some glass when he was digging a hole and it cut him on the pad on his paw.  Brent took him to the vet the next day and they got him "all fixed up."  We had to keep wrapping more tape around his little foot to keep him from chewing at the dressing that was on it.  To cheer Bruiser up, Brent had Taylor sign his "mock cast."