The Bichon Brothers and I went for a walk this morning. I was trying to watch so they didn’t step on any Cholla but while I was watching the younger three, Charley found one. I heard him make a distressed little yip, and turned to see him trying to bite a Cholla pod that was on top of one of his front paws. It took me a few minutes to get the Cholla pod off of him. By that time his paw and his mouth were full oh Cholla spines. I pulled out what I could, but by then Charley was freaking out. I put all four of the Bichon Brothers in the truck and headed into Yuma, an hour away. I found a veterinary clinic that was open on my smart phone. It was the Desert Center Veterinary Clinic. They got Charley right in and took care of him. It was getting dark as we got back to our camp.
Easy Does It