Meredith peers closely at the dog's paw, humming soft reassurances. With the paw cleaner, she can get a better look at whether or not there's any glass remaining, and she sighs in relief as she does so. "I did," she says. She grabs a bandage and wraps it quickly over Bailey's paw, hoping it stays. She's never had any veterinary training — practiced on animals, yes, but not when it comes to bandaging.

"That should be all better. Good girl, Bailey. You're such a good dog. And you..." She looks up at Clementine as she removes her gloves, smiling. "You were so good with her, thank you."