Last night, Haskell EXPLODED in through his doggie door with a look of terrified horror on his face. He was only on thee legs – hopping hurriedly towards us. The source of his fear was adhered to his back left paw. Panicking, he urgently presented his paw to Trevor – squeaking with urgency.
The problem? A leaf had gotten stuck to his lower leg.
Trevor, laughing hysterically, watched as the leaf detached from Haskell’s paw and fell – rather anticlimactically – to the living room floor.
Please remember that this dog survived on the streets for eight months before I found him.