It is now 12:46am and Ziggy is sleeping off the 'drunken sailor' effects of the anesthesia. That's right. We are just back from the Pet ER. The Zig, in a move that defies belief, managed to wrench off his dew claw in the mere 2 minutes he spent outside on a potty break this (wait, yesterday) evening. Much blood, much whining, Yet the little punk was ridiculously effusive in greeting the ER staff. You've never seen a dog so excited to be manhandled by strangers in the dead of night. Ah well, what's the loss of a nights sleep and an obscene amount of money in exchange for life with The Zig. No competition at all.
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