Next, I hear some scratching and she trots out from the kitchen (having knocked over the gate) and proceeds to leave her bloody little paw print all over the place. So, I lured her back into the kitchen with a grape and immediatly notice that she decided to pee on the kitchen floor too. (As amusing as the story may seem now, I was not at all amused at the time).
So, eventually Mom comes home. She called the vet (yes I realize I'm switching between past and present tense, I'll try to pick one). Mom suspected that Micque had lost one of her toe nails and the vet suggested she should wrap up Micque's foot with a bandage and baking powder. I don't know how baking powder helps to stop bleeding, but I'll ask Dad when he gets home, or if any of you know, feel free to leave a comment.
So, Mom and I mopped up the floor (which was entirely covered with blood paw prints) and thought the situation to be under control. So I went off to tap class, and Mom went off to the pool. Then, we arrived home to find that Micque had let herself out of the mudroom (where she had been gated in) and decided to wander all over the place, once again leaving her bloody trail. So I again mopped for about fifty years (okay, fifteen minutes, but it seemed like forever) and Mom struggeled to get the blood out of the very light colored carpets (we ran out of carpet cleaner the first time).
So, thus concludes yet another fantastic tale of one of Micque's many troubles. This about confirms my decision to never own a pet when I grow up. Actually, I'll own a fish, I could deal with a fish. Update: Mom just called from the vets and it's the pad on Micque's foot that's cut, althought I do not know the cause of this cut. Update Again: Mom was right, Micque tore her toenail. She now has a little cast. How cute/pathetic!
Posted by lib at February 23, 2004 07:04 PM