Yesterday my mom and I came home from the doctor and my cousin (she lives with us) tells us that Harley got blood all over the floor, but it stopped. He must have cracked two nails on the fence or something. So when I check him out he starts jumping on me in good JRT fashion. I look down at my cream colored pants and there is blood all over them. I look at the first nail that looks like it was a clean break, but the second one was twisted and still attached. I took one look and I knew it needed to be bandaged or have some kind of attention. Sylvia has been shaking her head (ear infection) so I was about to call the vet to make an appointment anyway. I call and I was like I have a question and I need to make an appointment. I tell the woman about Harley and I’m about to ask her what to do and she says, “how fast can you get here?” I got a little worried, so we immediately put Harley in the car and in about 4 minutes we were in the waiting room. I didn’t even get a chance to make Sylvia’s appointment over the phone. They had to sedate Harley and cut his nails WAY down. I felt so bad for him. Now he’s on 7 days of antibiotics. All this because he cracked two nails! The vet said if he was larger he would have to spend the night because he was a little dazed and couldn’t walk when we took him home. Harley is home and fine now, but Sylvia checks on him every couple hours.
PS. Sylvia’s ear appointment is Saturday
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thanks very much devon. I have been boo'd.
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