{"id":554,"date":"2009-03-12T08:06:08","date_gmt":"2009-03-12T13:06:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/?p=554"},"modified":"2009-03-12T08:06:08","modified_gmt":"2009-03-12T13:06:08","slug":"my-stupid-dewclaw-and-my-stupid-dad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.starkeith.net\/bunnyblog\/2009\/03\/12\/my-stupid-dewclaw-and-my-stupid-dad\/","title":{"rendered":"My Stupid Dewclaw (and my Stupid Dad)"},"content":{"rendered":"

This morning dad came in and picked me up. He said he was worried about me, and wondered why I was hiding in his office so early in the morning.<\/p>\n

Now he knows better than to doubt me.<\/p>\n

I squirmed when he picked me up, and when I landed on the ground, my stupid dewclaw on my left paw broke… again<\/em>. It seems like it’s always catching on something and breaking.<\/p>\n

Of course, a broken dewclaw bleeds a bit, and when dad saw the blood, he sort of freaked out<\/em>. And then he picked me up again<\/em>.<\/p>\n

He just doesn’t get it, does he?<\/p>\n

So I had to sit still for a while on the kitchen counter while he held a paper towel around my paw to stop the bleeding. (I think it would’ve been fine if he’d just left me alone, I could’ve licked it to stop the bleeding y’know.)<\/p>\n

Finally dad put me down and then went to clean himself up, leaving me to lick my paw properly. (It doesn’t even hurt anymore, honestly.)<\/p>\n

When dad came back out with breakfast, my paw was just fine, and Betsy and I dug into breakfast. But I’m going to keep a wide berth from dad for the next day or so – just in case he feels the need to “check up” on my paw!<\/p>\n

-Gus<\/p>\n

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