Now, we all know that Wrigley is a princess but I never figured she would be the type to rule her kingdom with harshness.
Last night, Jacob and I were playing ball with Josie. Wrigley was laying in the yard minding her own and everyone
else's business. Josie kept running past her in pursuit of her tennis ball. Apparently, Princess Wrigley had enough of that game and tried to give Josie a warning. However, Josie turned at the same time and Wrigley's tooth got caught on Josie's hind end. This misjudgement of timing on both of their parts resulted in a gash on Josie's hind-quarter that is about an inch long and the size of a dime. Josie yelped and came running to me to be coddled. Wrigley did her best to avoid my stare.
Afterwards, Wrigley felt somewhat guilty and spent the rest of the night hiding out in her palace in the basement. Josie, on the other hand, was basking in the sympathy
lovin'. She milked it for all that it was worth.
We got her all cleaned up last night and then this morning Scott trimmed the hair around the wound to help it heal. For any of you who know Josie, you will understand that she is less than a willing patient (she is such an
embarrassment when we have to go to the vet).
It turned out to be a Sunday to remember. Life is never boring at our house!