Daily Dose of Cute

Dudley the Greyhound lies on the sofa with one of his front paws bandaged and wrapped in plastic

Dudley, foot-mangler extraordinaire, lies on the sofa showing off the fine work of Melissa's At-Home Animal Clinic: Antibiotic cream, a sterile pad, and a taped-on sandwich baggie to keep it all clean and dry. True Fact: I am the MacGyver of canine podiatry.

Dudley is such a superklutz, but he is also such a good boy: He knows I'm trying to make him feel better, and just lets me clean and dress his hurty feets without a complaint, twice every day. And, once I'm finished makeshifting together some bandage-like contraption to protect the latest in his never-ending string of foot wounds, he never messes with the bandaging. He just limps about goofily, with a big lolly-tongued grin: "Thanks for fixing my foot, Two-Legs!"

And then he tears out into the backyard after Zelly like his foot wasn't bleeding like a mofo two seconds earlier.

Zelly the Black and Tan Mutt sits on the living room floor with a rope toy, grinning
"I try to take it easy, but it's so fun to RUN!!!"

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