I woke up Wednesday morning to blood everywhere!
All over the ground, in the garage...puppy shaped blood prints!
Alarming, to say the least.
I found Jack in his spot in the garage crying.
As I finally convinced him to let me check him, he limped toward me, as I discovered he had cut his paw.
What seemed like gallons of blood later, and the vet stitched his paw, and back home we go.
Yes...with prescription pain meds. I kid not.
This little guy will be fine, after lots of snuggles and TLC.