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Mar. 27th, 2013 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itwillbeokayWith the weather warmer lately, playing outside with Bailey was a given. The park was full of spots she could just let the little dog run free around, especially now that she knew that she had to stay close. It was a little while after school that she was outside with her, just off one of the major pathways through the park. She'd been throwing her ball for her, and for the most part, it'd been a nice afternoon.
And then it suddenly got bad.
She didn't know what happened at first. Bailey was fine, and then suddenly she let out a big yelp and stopped chasing after her ball. By the time Clementine got over, she was favoring her front left paw. Clementine sat down and gently scooped the small dog into her lap, and at that point she saw what the problem was.
The glass shard was small, but definitely stuck in her paw, a little blood oozing out of the wound. She bit her lip as she tried to take it out, but Bailey was having none of that.
"Bailey, no, stop squirming okay?" she asked with a frown, the dog letting out a little yelp again. She stopped trying then, knowing she couldn't keep her still and get it out at the same time. She heard someone walking down the path nearby, and she looked up. She didn't know her, but she was the only one she could see that might be able to help her. "Can you help me? My dog's hurt."
And then it suddenly got bad.
She didn't know what happened at first. Bailey was fine, and then suddenly she let out a big yelp and stopped chasing after her ball. By the time Clementine got over, she was favoring her front left paw. Clementine sat down and gently scooped the small dog into her lap, and at that point she saw what the problem was.
The glass shard was small, but definitely stuck in her paw, a little blood oozing out of the wound. She bit her lip as she tried to take it out, but Bailey was having none of that.
"Bailey, no, stop squirming okay?" she asked with a frown, the dog letting out a little yelp again. She stopped trying then, knowing she couldn't keep her still and get it out at the same time. She heard someone walking down the path nearby, and she looked up. She didn't know her, but she was the only one she could see that might be able to help her. "Can you help me? My dog's hurt."
