Murder She Wrote

If you had walked into our house a couple weeks ago, you might’ve thought our living room was a murder scene. Our playful great dane broke her claw in my husband’s bare foot. (You’d think we’d learn by now to wear SHOES!!) It hurt him more than it hurt the dog. The good news is the claw did not remain lodged in my husband’s foot. It dangled from the animal’s paw. This is disgusting I know. I didn’t have the guts to take the clippers and snip it off. I made my husband do that. The break was above the vain and blood was all over the carpet. Our dog kept running around playfully like nothing happened. We got her to settle down, washed her paw and confined her in the kitchen until the bleeding stopped. Thanks to Oxi-Clean I was able to clean up all the blood on the carpet without any problem.

Don’t worry, the dog is okay and her claw will grow back. My husband is okay too. He left to play another show with his band as planned. The band’s guitarist suggested drilling a whole in the claw and wearing it as a necklace. I think I’ll send it to my cousin instead and tell her it’s a shark’s tooth.