He's 3. He's also pretty sure his life sucks. We won't let him out and his paw hurts. It is looking better this morning. On a careful watch because if it doesn't heal we're looking at a toe amputation.
He holds it up off the floor and he let's me very gently hold his paw and have a look.
Eric sent me this. Phew. Oliver has settled down for a minute and taken a break from pacing at the doors. I'm also pleased his draining foot is on the washable dog blankies. Again...we're just sooo glamorous.
