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Thursday, 11 October 2001
Bleagh.

Last night, when I let Slim out to do his business, he somehow snapped one of his claws almost completely off while running around in the back yard. Thank goodness the vet was (a) open until 9 PM, and (b) able to squeeze us in even though they had a full schedule. He was a very good boy at the vet -- didn't yelp when the vet removed the rest of the claw, and only once when his paw was bound. But then he started milking it for sympathy when he got home, limping all over the place and looking up at us with lugubrious eyes.

Funny, he wasn't limping when the claw was hanging off and he was bleeding all over the place...

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