On Friday evening I chased the marauding neighbourhood rabbits down the driveway as far as the gate and then freed Anna to escort them off our property. The three varmints wildly scampered under the gate, escaping to the relative safety of the street with our slavering Rottweiler barely missing their tailless behinds.
When Anna walked back up the driveway she left a thin trail of blood in her wake. My first thought was that she had actually killed one of the coneys. Upon closer inspection, however, we discovered that she had somehow managed to tear the top off her left index finger nail. The bleeding stopped quickly but the rest of the nail remains as a raw blob of exposed nerves. She licks the painful stub incessantly and nurses her poor paw.
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