I’m not a fan of doing laundry, and you can’t argue with me now.
On Saturday, I was putting socks away when I noticed that my chasing, play-growling dogs had gone quiet. I walked to the family room, saw Darcy lying to my left, Penny to my right...and dots of blood on the carpet between them.
Being a fiery, emotional Aries, I sank to the floor, asked each dog what happened (no answer) and assumed they’d fought, that we’d have to give Darcy back to the Cairn rescue, that months of hard work and TLC with her had meant nothing, and how could a world be so cruel?
Penny and Darcy passed my inspections – no loose teeth or bleeding gums – and chased each other while I sulked. That’s when I found dozens of blood dots scattered across the rooms they were running through. I cornered Darcy, swiped her back paw and had my answer. She’d hooked a nail in the carpet and split it down the middle to the quick.
My dogs are my pretty pretty princesses, so in the car and to the vet Darcy went. It took two hours of waiting for 10 minutes of care, but in that time I watched Darcy go from terrified mess to calm, sleepy pup in my lap. She was such a champ.
The vet clipped all her nails and dipped the injured one into medical powder that stops bleeding. (Side note: In a pinch at home, dipping a bleeding nail into corn starch or flour might also stop the bleeding, the vet said.)
Back home, Darcy collapsed in her bed and gave me bunches of kisses. I guess she knew I needed TLC, too. (Emotional Aries and all.)
All my abandoned laundry paid off, though. The next morning, she took off with some socks, ready to play.