Apparently she’s developed a hot spot or got a cut or scrape on the bendy part of the inside of her left hind leg, because she licked it until it was bleeding as profusely as her tail did on Sunday.
My husband Phil had to wrap the injury to stop the bleeding, which caused her to limp like a three-legged pooch for a few minutes until she figured out she could walk just fine with a little gauze wrapped on her knee. (Do dogs have knees? I think they do.)
We are supposed to be wrapping presents, not dogs.
At this rate of new injuries, Phil think she’ll be a mummy by Christmas Day and he’ll be ready to give courses in doggy first-aid.
I swear, we do not beat her.