Junkyard

Oslo, my young bulldog who is affectionately called Junkyard (see the seeing eye in my profile foto), has had a run of bad luck, or stupidity. A few weeks ago he came home with blood dripping out the side of his mouth. He bled for about 24 hours and couldn't drink or eat. I don't really know if it was his tongue, gums or lips that was lacerated. I don't know if he was hit by a car or tangled with a fence or coon or what. No witnesses.
He's young and he healed quickly. To top that calamity, he came limping home the other day on three legs. Somehow he tore one of the pads of his front right paw. I'm going to take him in to the vet tomorrow, my first day off since it happened. I've thought about saving a couple hundred dollars by getting my wire cutters and taking torn, dangling piece off myself.
There is a race in Destin in the morning called 'Run with the Dogs.' I would have taken Oslo because he gets along with all peace loving, social people and animals. I'm just not sure he would run the whole 5K. Shadow will run the whole 5K with no hesitation...his endurance is astounding for a 90 lb. behemoth. Shadow, however, doesn't associate with other big male canines. We would be ostracized by the other racers.
Next year I will have Junkyard stoked and we'll do the race and share a beer afterwards at the awards ceremony...

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