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Doggie toenail fashion

I had a check-up with the allergy doctor this morning. It took all of about 15 minutes for her to determine that I am well. The office has moved and the description of the new location, as delivered on their answering machine message, places the new digs near the police station and St. Joseph's School. Both of those landmarks are vague to me; I'm not a Catholic School child, nor am I a parent. I've only been to the police station once to get a state I.D. card. When I finally found the place, I knew exactly where I was. I was right behind Nori's Saimin and Snacks. Why didn't they just say so! For me, the best landmarks are always food vendors. Nori's is the bomb! Dey get da bes saimin, fo real, brah! Da kine serve wit' one ono chicken terriyaki stick. They also make this chocolate mochi cake that is divine. Broke da mout', cuz!
Poor Crawford has developed yet another affliction. Her left back leg was injured way before we adopted her. It was broken badly. Her former human(s) must have loved her; they had the leg pinned. So that leg is bent a bit and is therefore a little shorter than the good, right back leg. Lately, she's begun to drag the toenails on her good leg. The short bad leg is less able to hold itself out long enough when she strides to keep the good leg off the ground. When she runs or trots, she picks the good leg and foot up far enough to clear the ground. But when she walks, her left back foot twists outward a little and she drags the middle toenails on her right foot. Two days ago, she finally had drug one toenail so short that it had begun to bleed. I doctored it to prevent infection, then patched it with a tiny piece of duct tape. That actually worked, but wore off quickly. So I jumped online and found something called Soft Claws. They make nail covers for dogs and cats. Their primary purpose is to protect hard wood floors and furniture or to prevent a pet from doing damage to itself when scratching. I ordered a batch and they arrived in two days! Amazing! I affixed two of them to the two most vulnerable toenails. We'll see tomorrow how they work on the pavement. Crawford's such a good girl. She just let me glue them on. They come with adhesive. I ordered black, although they come in several other colors. Like me, Crawford is not the girly-girl type, so I figured she'd prefer the black. They are non-toxic, so if she decides to chew them off and swallows them, they will simply pass through. The photo above shows her sporting her new toenails. Look closely to her back foot in the photo and you can see them. Nice, huh?
A hui hou. Aloha!

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