No fun video this Friday morning because my dog’s foot just fell off. At least, you would think it had the way I have been carrying on. Shiva doesn’t seem to be aware of the tragedy that has struck her poor little dew claw.
It must have happened somewhere in the forest this morning. As I went to put her leash back on my eye caught the sight of blood. A lot of blood. Oceans really. Shiva’s white paw was covered in it. I promptly started freaking out. Just in my head, of course. I was in public after all.
After a quick investigation, I could tell it was her dew claw that had broken. The nail must have snagged on something while she ran around in the bushes. It’s kind of surprising it hadn’t happened before. The bleeding appeared to have stopped already as there was no trail in the snow. Shiva licked at the injury a little but otherwise seemed unhurt. She didn’t cry out or try to prevent me from touching it anyway.
But I don’t know if that always means anything with this dog. She’s built tough and never seems to feel pain, not even after falling off the dog walk. Or going backwards up the teeter. Shiva’s pain tolerance is too high to be trusted.
Since I know absolutely nothing about dog first aid, I didn’t know what to do from there. We were pretty far from the house. Should I try to carry her back? While I thought about this, Shiva continued to run around, sniffing and eating and jumping. She looked like she could walk okay. But the blood, the blood! Unfortunately, I didn’t have much of a choice. Shiva isn’t super heavy but I am pretty weak. Hauling a forty-five pound dog home in my arms may be beyond my strength. I’d probably just hurt us both.
So, we walked home. I cringed at every step she took. My dog, of course, acted as if the whole incident had never happened. Dumb dog, didn’t she know she could have died? Didn’t she know that blood means the world is ending?
We made it home without further injury. Other than to my dog-owning pride. Every time we passed someone I felt as if their stared back at me in accusation. Any minute I expected a police car to pull up to take my dog away. Only a negligent owner would take her dog for a walk with a bloody paw. I should have my privileges revoked.
Now that we are home and the wound is clean, Shiva still doesn’t realise she should be in pain. She ran through the door and around the house in her usual “I’m home” style. I made her lay down on her bed to eat her breakfast while I attempted to wrap gauze around the nail. She doesn’t seem to think she needs the bandage and currently is attempting to rip it off every chance she gets. I have to leave for work in half an hour and am not sure what I should do from here.
If I leave the bandage on, I am scared she wear tear it off and re-injure herself. But if I take it off, I am scared she will worry at the jagged nail too much and re-injure herself. Ugh.
Am I just over-reacting? Please tell me I am over-reacting. Maybe I should take her to the vet. Do you think I should take her to the vet? She doesn’t seem to be in pain but maybe she is just too stupid to know it is supposed to hurt.
It’s just a broken nail, Kristine. It’s just broken beyond the quick. It happens all the time. Just breathe.