Poor Babies...

As Alana is suffering from her teething fever, she finally gave in and took a nap. I went downstairs to paint my scrapbook room (we're getting closer to completion!). I let the dogs outside to make a nature stop and play a little. A short bit later, the pups come in and I resume painting. JoBu would not leave my side, which is highly unusual of Mr. Independent. I walk out to the finished area of the basement to find the tile area covered in blood. I look at JoBu and his toenail is broken and just hanging on by a corner. Meanwhile, I am covered in paint, Alana wakes up screaming and Shawn is at work - 45 minutes away. I cannot get the bleeding to stop at all. I call the vet and tell them I'll be on my way in after I cover the van in old blankets. A bundled Alana, an injured JoBu and myself, who didn't have time to change from my painting rags, arrive at the vet 15 minutes later. The vet is kind enough and doctor up JoBu's paw and informs me that he is behind on his shots. Another 20 minutes later, Shawn walks in to the vet office as I'm handed a $200+ bill and a bandaged dog - but he is up to date on his shots.