I noticed him licking his foot today and  decided to take a closer look.  I don’t know how he does it but every so often, he’ll scrape off the entire outside of one of the pads on his paw.  I flipped him over and saw that his pad was still hanging on by a thread.  I clipped it off with some small surgical scissors and the raw skin below was red.  A cotton pad in cold water took the color away and must have felt good because he quit watching me, put his head down and started to doze.  Antibacterial + Q-tip + Band-aid = Limping dog.  But he must be feeling better because I just caught him in the bedroom, standing on my pillows with his hurt back leg up in the air, leaning over and plucking Kleenex out of the box on the nightstand. Rotten beast.

That’s right.  Before and After pictures for your benefit.  They’re going into my portfolio in the waiting room.

As we’ve previously learned, I could have been a doctor.  I’m pleased to add Veterinarian to the list of professions I could have pursued had I not decided to disappoint my mother by becoming an attorney.