Just as I selected “publish” on my blog yesterday (or sometime shortly thereafter), I noticed Zoe was plugging and licking her left front paw. Being the ever vigilant nurse, I rushed over to see if I could be of service. In case I haven’t already told you, if Dad (or Mom – but it is usually Dad) starts bleeding from some cut or self-inflicted wound, they just yell my name and ask for help…(“Help, Tempi!”)…I sprint from wherever in the house I am, and attend to his (or her) wound. Thus, I have a nickname Nurse Tempi. In this case, given it was Zoe who appeared hurt, I was told by my parents to resist from applying my nursing skills – which I have to admit was probably a good decision.
Instead, my parents approached her on the double decker Big Barker bed, and spotted that her dew claw was at a weird angle. However, she was not interested in any help from even them. In a few moments, they heard a tiny click, and some nail chewing. Mom quickly ran over and pulled the now detached nail from Zoe’s mouth.
With her nail off, Zoe did a little licking from time to time but overall didn’t seem too upset about her current condition and fortunately there was no blood what so ever.
Today the nail area still seemed clean and not infected, but of course we will keep an eye on it. We have no idea what the goofy girl did!
As for me, I take care of my own nail trimming, and don’t even think of approaching me with any of those clipper things!
The Tempest