The weirdest thing happened.
Last night my foot was a little ouchie, but no big deal. Then this morning it was ouchie enough so that I didn't really want to walkie. Momma called the vet and good thing too, because by the time we arrived, I had developed.... BIG FOOT!
|Can you see it? It's my foot in the top of the picture.|
Vet lady got out her special magnification head set and declared that I suffered from "Bubba Toe."
I'll let momma tell you all about it, but all yours truly really is concerned by is that it is, to be honest, more than a tad uncomfortable.
Momma tried to get a photo, but due to her poor camera handling, it's hard to see anything other than the fact that I am a very good doggie who allows his feet to be grabbed without making a fuss.
|Perhaps a belly rub is in order as long as I am upside down.|
Since I'm not supposed to walkie for a little bit, I resigned myself to roaming the estate where I discovered this alarming trophy from Master's latest project house.
|You can stay if you help keep the bunnies away from Master's blueberries.|
You would think that with me feeling less that my usual that momma could at least snap a photo that wasn't yet another black blob face. It isn't like I'm moving fast at that moment.
|Next time check your light sources, momma.|
P.S. Dexter has an infection in his toe which is most likely caused by ingrown fur. My vet calls it "Bubba Toe" after her bull mastiff and it apparently is quite common in dogs with big, hairy feet and affects only the outer digits of the front feet. As a caution, she also took x-rays which showed no issues in his bones other than a little arthritis on his inner front toes. He's restricted to "soft surface" walks for a few days and taking antibiotics.