I hope Ella isn’t going to turn into another one of my $6000 free dogs. Right after I took her in to the vet for a full exam and senior blood screen last Saturday (ka-ching, ka-ching) because she is an 8 year old puppy with a one page medical history, she started worrying her rear right foot and performing an occasional limp/skip. So yesterday, back to the vet. She had somehow managed to stab or slice the upper inner webbing of her paw pad, probably while playing chase with Chester. I thought his initiating play meant he was beginning to accept her to the family, but maybe his running her around like maniacs had a less benign motivation? After all, Chester has been walking around muttering “alright, she’s been here a week, isn’t it time she went home? o.k., she’s been here two weeks now, isn’t it time she went home?” Anyway, the poor girl is in a cone with a wrapped paw now for three days. She is not amused!

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