Jeremy brought Connor in this evening and suddenly cried out in alarm. I came out of the bedroom to find Connor holding his paw up, covered in blood. He’d torn his toenail right from the quick, and had a little nub of flesh poking out from various shards of toenail and fur. Ouch! Of course this couldn’t have happened on a less stressful night… We’re getting ready for the horse show that I personally am putting on tomorrow. Wowza. What a lot of work.

I ended up running out to walgreens (with hands covered in blood, without thinking… HAHA ew) to buy some betadine and wrap (both of which I have well stocked out at the barn.. heh) and I washed and bandaged his little paw up. He was so brave as I cut the remains of his tonail off. 

I decided to make him a little boot to cover the foot. It only took two scolds for him to leave it alone. I’m hoping it won’t get infected… the less vet bills the best. Whew.

While clipping the hair and nail away from the bloody quick, I couldn’t help but feel utterly right… doing something to help an animal in need. One of the most prominent constants in my life has been the desire to help animals. I’m really considering vet school, I’m just so put off by the cost. It just felt so right, tonight.

Oh, I should post a couple of photos to keep you updated. 

 

These were our halloween pumpkins. Mine is the larger of the two… I was carving the pumpkin the night Lyra collicked. I had dashed from the art attack, leaving pumpkin guts on the floor to tend for my horse. Damned animals and their poor timing.

 

Oh, and here’s Jeremy in a hat borrowed from Katie Cook. Hahaha.