We awoke early, had breakfast, took our morning constitutional, and then headed for our pedicure. We even left early enough to enjoy some sniff-time at the pet medical center so that we didn't rush in the place like we usually do, with Stewey a nervous mess and Mommie Dearest svitzing like a pudding at a picnic.
And then I proceeded to hit him with the door on the way into said clinic, and managed to rip two of his little toenails right off of his tiny little bunny foot.
It took the team about a half hour to patch him up while I frantically tried to clean up the massive pools of blood all over the lobby, me, the exam room, and the lovely display of historical materials celebrating the clinic's 100 year anniversary. Between me huffing and puffing and bawling over what an idiot I am, and the horrified parents of other pets trying to console me, there was blood. Lots and lots of blood. Who was the character in Shakespeare who kept trying to wash the bood off of her hands?
Well, about an hour ago, that was me.
Except instead of looking all tragic and elegant, I looked more like a pitiful lunatic trying to sanitize an entire pet medical center with a crumpled up tissue and a travel size bottle of Purell that I fished out of the bottom of my Vera.
I'm pretty sure we're going to have to move now.
P.S. Stewey is fine, by the way...I'm the hot crock pot full of mess in need of sedation.
OMG, he looks so pitiful! Tea and biscuits are in order!!!! And lots of hugs and kisses. My big dog ripped one of his toenails out a few months ago by getting it caught in the boards of our deck, so I understand how much blood can come from something like that. The doctor said it may not grow back, and it did not.
ReplyDeleteThat would be Lady Macbeth, Stewey looks a bit smug....." look would she did to me now".
ReplyDeleteOOPs. " look what she did to me now"
ReplyDeleteOh Coni! What a nightmare. It is so awful when you inadvertently hurt your pet - I've caught a cat's tail in a door before and the guilt is terrible. I am sure you'll spoil him rotten to make up.
ReplyDeleteI bet Stewey won't be letting you forget this any time soon!! But I am sure he has long forgiven you :)
ReplyDeleteOh poor Stewey...poor baby...oh, yes---poor Coni.....
ReplyDeleteI see a week-end of catering to his Lordship's every need and want.
ReplyDelete....a weekend? nah, I see at least the rest of the summer!
DeletePoor, poor Stewey! At least he isn't wearing a cone. He would probably want one that matches his smoking jacket.
ReplyDeleteAww, I would have cried a river, too, but Stewey's okay now. Plus he has another sensational chapter for his Mummy Dearest novel!
ReplyDeleteOh, you poor things! I am glad you are both still alive and that your sense of humor is intact (even if the wee one's toenails are not!). I say, treats for everyone! Nothing like a tasty morsel to make one forget their (his) sufferings...
ReplyDeleteI would have been a hot mess in tears as well.
ReplyDeleteLooks like he is going to be fine. I'm sure he will be pampered whilst recovering... :)
You know he's gonna work this one like nobody's business. Poor Stewey...looks pitiful...!
ReplyDeleteAwww poor both of you. He looks so pitiful and you sound so. Big Hugs and pats. Cathryn
ReplyDeleteOh Coni, I'm so sorry for you both. Please don't be so hard on yourself, it was an accident. He's so brave looking even with his bandaged paw. Get well hugs from Maryland.
ReplyDeleteOh Coni, I'm so sorry for you both. Please don't be so hard on yourself, it was an accident. He's so brave looking even with his bandaged paw. Get well hugs from Maryland.
ReplyDeleteOh Coni, I'm so sorry for you both. Please don't be so hard on yourself, it was an accident. He's so brave looking even with his bandaged paw. Get well hugs from Maryland.
ReplyDeleteOh honey! I would just call it a day...and kiss the little tyke for Miss Teagan...and in future just refer to it as "the farming accident."
ReplyDeleteHugs
Ma