I was walking down my hallway with four pets under and around my feet. Trying not to trip over them, it was breakfast time. Everyone was hepped up and being rambunctious. 2 cats, 2 dogs and me barely awake. Turned the corner and somehow little Yorkie got under my foot. Screeching immediately. I picked her up and her foot is gimpy. I looked closer and her toenail (right front) was hanging. Run for the paper towel and press it down. Mind you, she’s still screeching. Everyone else is too. I look under the paper towel and the toenail is off, completely. Now I’m screeching (not really, but I wanted to). The cats don’t give a crap, they want food, NOW. Beagle don’t care, she wants food, NOW. Somehow I’m holding Yorkie and keeping pressure on the foot and am able to feed the poor starving darlings. I also made coffee. Don’t ask me how. So I sit down with my pup and my cup and really look at the foot. Her toenail is completely gone and it’s continuing to bleed. Crap, this is gonna require a vet trip. I got tape and paper towel and tape it up. Only a little hair-loss, she has really long hair. Me too. Not sure how much of my hair is under the tape.
She is in the carrier, hollering her head off. I’m driving down the road to the vet. How much screeching can I take before I throw dog and carrier out the window? I don’t know but, I’m close to a breaking point. Miracle. She shuts up and goes to sleep. Wait a minute. Is she alive? I have visions of her bleeding out at the toenail. Is that even possible? I don’t dare pull over on the shoulder. Oh, NO that ain’t happening. I drive on. Calling her name. Not a sound. Crickets. I’ve killed my little precious baby. I’m near tears, cursing my clumsy feet. Oh, god. Finally I get to the crossroads and pull over. She really is just asleep. Probably weakened from missing breakfast and blood loss. I know I feel weak.
At last, we’re at the vets office. They take her right back. I think I fell asleep in the outer office. They bring her back to me. She’s fine. One stitch and a huge bandage. And a cute little cone around her neck. Her toenail was completely amputated sez vet, what happened? I lied. I told them I don’t know how it happened. I don’t think you heard me. I bold faced, with no compunction, didn’t blink, lied to the vet. I swear I’m evil. Nearly killed my dog and then lied right through my teeth to a health care professional. I’m a bad, bad, bad person. Again.
Probably not a good thing to do with a ripped off toenail but… normal deodorant dry kind of stick stuff… works as a styptic. At least in the case of torn off it might stop the bleeding but there is the whole germ/bacteria thing that could be worse.
Hubby had to take the Moluccan Cockatoo in to a Vet because the toe the old fart had hurt when he was a baby was looking bad. The toe always looked funky but didn’t bother him and still worked. 25+ years later…
Vet was amazed at the 'Toos age and was kinda excited since she used to work with the 'Toos at the local zoo.
They chopped the toe off just beyond the bad spot, an hour later hubby stopped at the nearest McDs and bird screeched to have a few French Fries and he is still alive. He’s older than our marriage (bought a bit after hubby’s first marriage) and is still going strong.
We’ve convinced 2 generations of kids that big birds are not fun even if you can pet them since decades later… same bird and… the decibels. And the cage costs let alone the chunks taken out of the house and the yearly… bites that hormones happen.
Not me… once he turned 16 I only get nips vs the rips and savage bites his owner/Daddy gets once or twice a year. I’m his chick, I guess.
^^oh cool! I’ve been watching Mr. MaxTVs YouTube videos. I love that bird. I keep thinking I want a bird. I keep seeing Max chew through all that wood. I’d be homeless cause I live in a log house.
Don’t fret too hard Beck.
I’ve had Beagles and Bassets and they’re always underfoot, and my clumsy ass has stepped on, tripped over almost fell on my babies. A 90lb Low rider will give you a lesson in low center of gravity real quick.:eek:
You did good. You got to the Vet.
Feel better soon.
It’s been a day already for me and . at first, I read “hallway” as “alley”. I thought, wow that is a dedicated pet owner, I would have never tried to walk two dogs and two cats at the same time, heck I never had a cat that would even take to a leash! With the proper picture in my head now, I do understand. I have three labs that don’t understand that I am a clutz; they are always underfoot or sneaking up behind me to lay down. I turn around and over I go. They always look so pitiful when as I’m laying on the floor trying to figure out if anything is broken.
In a similar vein, when The Cat wants in it takes me ten seconds to get up and walk to the back door and about two minutes to walk back because TC is cutting figure-eights around my ankles. Once in a while we get out of synch and he gets a solid kick in the ribs. It’s All My Fault, of course. Haven’t torn off a claw, though.
Yorkie doggy in a tiny cone and a huge bandage ia about the most humorous thing EVAH! She can’t walk normally. She kinda jerks a step or two and rolls a bit. Two more steps and another roll. The cone just makes her ridiculous. Morning walkies were a challenge. Now I gotta try and feed her. She doesn’t like to eat anyway and now she’s otherwise occupied and less inclined to pay attention. She might have a better life if she didn’t have such a lying degenerate for a Mommy.
Max cracks me up so much when he gets going. Talking birds fascinate me.
I’m sorry about your poor little Yorkie. I worry about this happening. We have a new tiny puppy and I have been spraying bitter apple on my slippers to keep her from grabbing at them constantly as I walk. Definitely doing the puppy shuffle around here.
I’ve stepped on and around animals forever. Usually I’m the injured party. I end up tripping and face planting. I couldn’t be more guilt ridden if I had tried to hurt her. I took the cone off her neck this afternoon. She’s not chewing her bandage. And seems a lot happier.
I once was visiting family in the Los Angeles area with my beloved mini-Dachshund and took him for a walk around the neighborhood. Poor Lewis was unaccustomed to urban spaces and was ill equipped to cope with dogs barking from behind gates, cars driving by, etc. A hidden dog barked at him and he immediately leapt toward me. I inadvertently stepped on his paw. He yelped, I scolded and we went on with our walk, never missing a step. He didn’t fuss at all, just carried on strutting like he always does on a walk.
We got back to our home base and I noticed (fucking at last) that Lewis was leaving drops of blood in his wake. I picked him up to examine and thought Freddy Kreuger had had his way with him. There was so… much… blood. His whole belly was covered with it. I checked the paw I had stepped on and thought I had amputated a whole toe! Needless to say, I freaked out.
My dad grabbed him up, wrapped him in a towel and commanded me to drive to a nearby vet’s office. I was crying like a 5 year old. The vet immediately took us into an exam room. I copped to my evil deed. The vet was kind.
Turns out Lewis lost the whole toenail, but not the toe. The vet carefully disinfected the toe, wrapped it up in a big cast/bandage (in Oregon Ducks colors, which I thought was a kind, whimsical touch) and assured me the toenail would eventually grow back.
The cast bothered Lewis far more than the lost toenail. It did grow back.
All will be well with your Yorkie, I promise. 
She won’t care that you lied.
There was just soooooo much blood. The inside of the carrier looked like a murder scene.
If you’re going to take up a life of crime, we’d better help you become a better liar:
• "I’ve told him and told him, ‘Don’t try to mount the hog. You’ll get stepped on.’ But will he listen? "
• “My statue of St. Francis of Assisi fell on him.”
• “He was tortured by a feline terrorist group. Only lost one toenail and sang like a canary.”
Oh, thanks. I’ll remember that. Altho’ I’m pretty sure my face gave me away. I need to practice my poker face in the mirror.
Went for a run with my Chihuahua a few years ago. He was running flat out and it was a fast pace for me too.
I somehow stepped on the leash. The dog came to a sudden stop with a jerk.
Thankfully not injured but I felt terrible.
My daughters Chihuahua’s walk around on a retractable leash. She has a double thing on the end so they are on the same leash. It’s so hilarious to watch them take off as soon as the door opens. They get to the end of the lead and do back flips in tandem. It doesn’t seem to bother them.