For Gracie today, a run in the morning dew lead to a slow limp back to me on the terrace, her eyes saddened. On looking down I noticed a little blood and her ‘dew claw’ bent to a 90 degree angle. She is now at the vets awaiting the inevitable removal of her front left appendage. Poor Gracie, she yelped when I touched it. An update later.
Diary of a Gay Dad. I am a full time dad to five young children. 