Poor Loki

My Loki is a sad little puppy:


And this is why:


Yesterday, while I was at work, my husband called me in a panic to come home right away because we had to bring Loki to the vet. When I arrived home, there was blood everywhere, and my husband said while he had the dogs out in the yard, somehow Loki had caught one of his claws and almost ripped one of his back "toes" right off.

The vet was wonderful, and took him right in. We had to leave him because he needed sedation in order to be patched up. They removed the broken nail and patched up his toe and wrapped it all up.

Loki is not happy about having his foot wrapped to say the least. I've caught him trying to chew it off several times. However, he LOVES the liquid antibiotics he has to be on for the next few days. Oh, and he gets to delay bath time for another two weeks. He's going to be one sticky, smelly dog by the next time we can get him in the tub. But at least he's all right, and I can live with a little dog smell any day.