I was re-arranging some decorations for NYE and had a couple of tacks on my dining room table. While doing my thing, I was also playing with my 3 year old spaniel, throwing a ball around the room for him. Well, I must have knocked off one of the tacks, because as he an after the ball, he yelped so loud and long that I thought he broke his leg from running. I ran over to him, he started to come to me and yelped so painfully again. My kids came running down the stairs, having heard Brian, and I said I think he broke his leg. I picked him up and put him on the couch, looked at the foot he was holding up and OMG I saw the head of the tack in his ped (the cushioney part of his foot). I screamed Oh God and pulled it out and he started weeping tears all down his face.
It was bleeding, not so badly, though, and I put pressure on it while my son ran and got the antiseptic solution. My other son held Brian and comforted him while I rinsed the wound. I thought to take him to the 24 hr emergency animal clinic which Than God is only a few blocks from my house, but I decided it wasn't needed, but it did make me grateful to be so close to it just in case.
I wiped his wet face and then I cried. It was all my fault for not being extra careful with those tacks.
My son said :imagine if Brian stepped on that if none of us were home. Oh God, thanks for that image! NOT!
Brian is fine, no swelling of the foot, no sign so far of infection, but I can tell it's sore. He was all shook and went right to sleep with DH on the couch.
Now get this. If you don't know my husband you'd think he was a heartless son of a bum, because all this happened right in front of him while he sat on the couch watching sports on TV. He didn't say one word or move a muscle to help. But I've been with him for 30 years and I know he can't handle the emotions he was feeling. He often freezes when things like that happens, like when the kids were small. He's stand there yelling at me to do something because he gets paralyzed with fear and worry. So I had to comfort him, too, after it was all over. What an afternoon.
So the lesson I learned is to be extra careful when dangerous things are around, put them away before I start playing with Brian, check the floor for dangerous things etc. I've always been careful with my kids and with Brian, but this was a big FAIL and my heart was torn in half for the afternoon. Especially when he cried.
I love that pup like my own child.

It was bleeding, not so badly, though, and I put pressure on it while my son ran and got the antiseptic solution. My other son held Brian and comforted him while I rinsed the wound. I thought to take him to the 24 hr emergency animal clinic which Than God is only a few blocks from my house, but I decided it wasn't needed, but it did make me grateful to be so close to it just in case.
I wiped his wet face and then I cried. It was all my fault for not being extra careful with those tacks.

Brian is fine, no swelling of the foot, no sign so far of infection, but I can tell it's sore. He was all shook and went right to sleep with DH on the couch.
Now get this. If you don't know my husband you'd think he was a heartless son of a bum, because all this happened right in front of him while he sat on the couch watching sports on TV. He didn't say one word or move a muscle to help. But I've been with him for 30 years and I know he can't handle the emotions he was feeling. He often freezes when things like that happens, like when the kids were small. He's stand there yelling at me to do something because he gets paralyzed with fear and worry. So I had to comfort him, too, after it was all over. What an afternoon.
So the lesson I learned is to be extra careful when dangerous things are around, put them away before I start playing with Brian, check the floor for dangerous things etc. I've always been careful with my kids and with Brian, but this was a big FAIL and my heart was torn in half for the afternoon. Especially when he cried.
I love that pup like my own child.

