Two dogs. Nine nails down and YELP! I quicked Wilson.
An hour after it happened, he was still leaving a little red trail through the house and I needed to leave for work. I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a teaspoon of flour and proceeded to stop the bleeding. I hoped so, anyway, because Wilson generally hangs out on my bed all day when I'm not home.
After work, I was anxious to see him. I was prepared to throw away my perfectly good 600 thread-count sheets. I was anxious to see Parker, too. And the cats.
All's well that ends well, they say, and Wilson gave me every indication that he put the injury I inflicted upon him behind us.
What a guy.
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