This morning, Stanley and I got out of bed and ran outside. It had snowed and we were very excited. But first we had to go inside to eat our breakfast, and then we begged mom and dad to go play in the snow. They said "Okay
". So we were just playing. Then I don't know what happened. Mom says sometimes when a terrible thing happens our minds won't remember it, but I felt a terrible pain in my paw. And there was blood gushing out EVERYWHERE!
Stanley freaked out. He had never seen so much blood. He screamed, "Brother, you've been shot!
" I did not know. Maybe I was shot. I just knew I was in pain and losing all my bloods. I knew mom and dad were my only hope to survive. So I dragged my body up the hill, up 17 stairs, and to the back door. Stanley pounded on the door frantically, "Mom! Dad! Murphy's been shot!
" So Dad came rushing to the door. I was feeling faint from the intense, throbbing pain. Dad scooped me up in his strong arms and screamed to mom, "Woman, call the dogtur, Murphy's been shot!
". Mom picked up the phone, barely able to dial the numbers with her trembling hands. Finally the nurse answered and mom told her I had been shot. The nurse shouted to bring me in immediately!
We all jumped in the truck. Stanley rode in the back like we usually do but mom held me on her lap and stroked my furs, whispering quietly, "It's OK sweet boy, it's gonna be okay
." But I could tell by her racing heartbeat, trembling voice, and the way her eyes leaked like Niagara falls that I was in big troubles. And the blood continued to gush out so I knew that was a bad sign.
Meanwhile, dad threw the truck into 4-wheel drive so we could get through the high snowdrifts. We still slid all over the road. The snowplows hadn't gotten out yet. He flashed his lights, beeped the horn, and screamed at all the other drivers, "Outta my way, we gotta get this boy to the dogtur, he's been shot!!!
" Dad continued to make our way down the road at 87 mph, running red lights. Stanley howled to alert other drivers to our emergency situation.
As soon as we crashed through the front doors of the dogtur's office, the nurse lead us to a room. "The dogtur will be right here"
, she said. Mom just held me and stroked me but I was really upset so even though I NEVER cry, I started crying like crazy, "I don't wanna die!
" I writhed in pain as mom and dad tried to console me.
Within seconds Dr. Eddy came rushing into the room shouting, "Where's the patient?"
But the words no sooner escaped his lips when he saw me, totally covered in blood. By now there was blood all over me, mom, dad, the truck, and now the exam table.
Dr. Eddy was cool under pressure. He put me on the exam table and squirted off all the blood so he could see the bullet hole. I was relieved to see my paw was not totally blown off by the blast of the bullet.
After he examined my paw, he removed blood from my thigh and belly (in case there were bullet holes there too) but it was only on my paw. What a relief! I was still crying like crazy. Dr. Eddy said that he was shocked I didn't cry the whole time (mom told him I was NO crybaby). He said that although I was in a lot of pain he thought it was anxiety making me cry. I have to admit, I was crying pretty bad and squirming like crazy.
So it turned out that there was no bullet hole. I don't know why Stanley thought I was shot. BUT, there was a bad injury. My toenail got ripped right out of my toe! Yup, it was totally missing (actually mom thought she heard it fall onto the floor). Dr. Eddy checked me over real good to see if I tore my toe, I guess that happens, but I was "lucky" (trust me, I did not feel lucky) that it pulled out without damaging the toe more.
So Dr. Eddy wrapped me up and sent us home. Now I have to keep the bandage dry for 4 hours cuz he said I could easily get an infection. After 4 hours dad can take the bandage off but I have to be careful to not make it bleed anymore.
He gave me pills to take so I don't get an infection and pain pills in case I am suffering too much. So now I am just trying to rest.