On Tuesday I went bikejouring, and dad went biking with me. We went on the bike path. About a mile in, Nora started to really drag. She would not run or pull. I though she was just being stubborn so I kept her going. After about another mile I started to see blood on the pavement. I stopped immediately and looked at her paws.
As you can see in the pictures, She ripped a piece of her pad off. Luckily, it was only on one foot. Dad and Thor went back for the truck to pick us up. When I got home I washed it and wrapped it. She is now spending her days, inside, and with a cone on, until it heals. As you can see, she doesn't like her cone (aka, cone of shame, satellite dish, or Elizabethan collar).
Can you take off my cone?
Please?!
Annalisa
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