On Tuesday, we had a warm rainy day that melted all of our snow and made my yard look like it had a moat around the edges. This is nothing I've worried about before because Barley avoids puddles like the plague. She hates to be out in the rain and I have no worries about her wading through muddy puddles.
Rye, though, might be part pig. The muddier she gets, the happier she is. We'd hadn't walked in several days because my neighborhood is one big sheet of ice when it's snowy and I don't trust Rye enough to walk on ice with her (unless I can find a bubble suit and a helmet somewhere). Shortly after getting home from work, I let her outside, thinking she'd come in when Barley came back in. She was wound up and got the zoomies almost as soon as her paws touched the grass. Barley wants nothing to do with Rye when Rye has the zoomies, and she took care of business and trotted right back over to the door.
Rye stayed outside. And she ran and she ran and she ran. Through the mud puddles, under the house, behind the shed. I tried to call her in a few times and she just ran faster. At that point, she was already soaking wet, so I just watched her run until she slowed down.
When she came back in, I tried to towel her off before she got mud everywhere, but that set her off with the zoomies again (note to self: shut the gate to contain her in the kitchen when she needs toweling off). During my attempts to toss the towel over her as she ran by, I noticed a few bright read spots on the towel. At first, I didn't think much of it--it was an old towel that was retired to being a dog towel ages ago, so the likelihood of having some discoloration was high. But then I noticed little red splotches on the carpet.
|My toe might hurt, but that won't stop me from climbing onto the arm of the couch.|
Once I finally got Rye wrangled, I realized her toe was bleeding. I quickly realized that she isn't Barley who lets me do anything I need to to her. When I tried to clean her paw up so I could get a better look, she growled at me. I was able to get her to hold still long enough to put a little pressure on it to get the bleeding to stop, but getting a look at it and cleaning her up was a long, drawn out adventure.
After a few more days of rest and regular applications of salve on her toe, and she's fine now. My carpets got an impromptu mid-week deep cleaning, but I'm still finding little spots that need cleaning. My best guess is that all of the rain and puddles made some of the glass that I keep finding where the dirt was turned over when the holes for the fence posts were dug made more glass surface (I think my house may be on top of a mason jar burial ground--where is this glass coming from?!) and she must have cut her toe on something in the puddles.
|Is this the culprit?|
As if that weren't enough for my poor floors, on Saturday I let the girls outside and went to wash Soth's bowl and make my coffee. Before I could do any of that, I heard the dino dogs next door grumbling at the fence, so I called the girls in. Barley came right in at the mention of breakfast, but Rye wants to play with the dino dogs and she doesn't want to come in when they're out, and I'm pretty sure she could hop the fence to visit them if she really wanted to, so I had to go wrangle her.
Once everyone was inside, I noticed blood on the kitchen floor. (Side note: In college, my roommate and I would watch ER and she would have to tell me when it was safe to look at the tv because I couldn't watch tv blood--my pets have changed me.) My first thought was that Rye had reopened her cut, but then I saw Barley sitting in the corner holding her paw up. One of her nails was hanging on at a right angle. She let me put a little pressure on it to get the bleeding stopped, but she cried and it looked awful. Our vet was set to open in 30 minutes and we have about a 20 minute drive to the office, so I figured our best bet was to just get dressed, hop in the car, and be there when they opened.
|Even wen she's in pain, she's still smiling and trying to make friends with everyone in the lobby.|
The nail was not salvageable, so they had to numb her toe and cut the whole nail off. She came home with a bandage that matches her leash, some antibiotics and pain meds, and instructions to try to keep her foot wrapped up until Monday.
A rainy Sunday made the enforced rest a little easier, but Rye has made it her personal mission to try to help Barley get the bandage off early and took a nip at it every time she walked by her sister. She's ready to have a friend to play with again.
Keep your fingers crossed that my girls and their toes can all survive the rest of this short month that feels especially long already!