Calling Pet Protective Services

Our smallest dog, Sadie, is recovering from a fishhook getting caught in the top of her paw.  This is the drugged up version right home from our vet.  It's a long story but the highlights are she's afraid of doors, I only own one fishing pole, and she's the only live thing I've ever caught with it.

I think the real tragedy about all this is that Sadie, beloved by all who meet her, is not so beloved by the man of the house.  With this injury, she's getting special attention from him: trips to the vet in his car, helping her get around, checking bandages.  She's convinced he loves her now.  That's the truly sad part.