Dogs in booties.
A certain someone (*cough* Gracie *cough*) decided this weekend that licking her left paw constantly was just the greatest idea EVAR. She licked it any time we weren’t watching her like a hawk, and by Sunday it was red and tender.
Apparently Nurse Hope did a good job taking care of it, because today the vet told me that she’s already healing up nicely (we were in the office to get her shots up to date). Basically, all we need to do at this point is to keep her from licking it again. Which is kindof like telling a fish, “hey, stop swimming around so much!” or telling Lindsey Lohan, “maybe you should put some pants on.” The vet wrapped it up, but we need to keep the wrapping dry. Thus, the booties.
Which just might have made my head explode a little when Kristian sent me a picture at work.
The cuteness is strong with this one.
Speaking of vets, I have lost all desire to become one after seeing her procure a stool sample *ahem* “straight from the source.” You couldn’t pay me enough to do that. I was impressed, but Gracie was none too pleased.I think her bark translated roughly to “something something, backseat of a Volkswagen, something something.”
Stool samples and booties… Gracie is just getting her dignity trod all over today.
All she needs now is a Snuggie!
I saw a really interesting leopard print one at my local walgreens
And a shamwow to clean her little paws off with!
She needs a leopard print snuggie and some designer chew toys. Then she’ll be totally fabulous! :p
She is like a big furry Prozac. I swear, just seeing pictures of her could cheer anyone up. She would make an awesome therapy dog.
She’s like Prozak and Xanax all wrapped up in one furry little pill!
Also, I’m totally embarrassed that I apparently can’t spell Prozac. :p
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