Get home from work at 1:30am, go to sleep, wake up at 8:30, take an Allegra. Wait ’till 10, garden until 1pm, rest for a bit, get lunch, help JT move some stuff in, go to work to fix an emergency thing, go to dinner at the Caudill’s, come home, play some Forza, take Mobi to the vet to fix a broken dew claw at 2am. Fun fun.
*beat*
What’s a dew claw? And how’d he do it? Where does one find a vet open at 2am?
It’s what you might consider his “thumb” if you thought of his front paws as “hands”. Four toes on each feet make contact with the ground, but the teeny dew claw is a couple of inches off the ground and just kinda hangs out there. It’s a teeny stub with the usual nail/claw on it.
When he steps off things or stumbles, I imagine he catches the dew claw on stuff. He mut have caught it on something. It was bent at a right angle and bleeding something fierce, and if you’ve ever lost a nail, you know the horrible pain it causes. Poor guy. He was whimpering and shivering in pain.
We go to this place in Berkeley. I can’t remember the name off the top of my head, but it’s on Haste, off of Shattuck.
It’s a normal pet hospital/vet, but also operates as a 24 hr emergency vet.