Broken Nails or Poor Dog

Late this morning, I was just settling down at the computer to start the day's work. I heard a dog barking from upstairs. I realized I had left Baloo outside and he wanted to come in. He sure is not the typicall Labrador Retreiver -- he does not like the cold, rain or snow. I knew that if I did not bring him in, he would continue to bark until I did bring him in. I stop organizing myself for the day to come and went to the back door to let Baloo in the house.

When I arrived at the back door, there he was just waiting for me. Suddenly, I noticed the red stains in the fresh white snow. At first I thought Baloo had found an apple from the apple tree. Then I noticed the second stain. I took a closer look at the stains and relized they were blood. Alright, did Baloo catch a small animal? No, it was coming from his front paw. When I inspected it, I discovered he had broken one of his toe nails. So it was off to the vet to have Baloo patched up. Here's our poor pitiful dog with has bandaged paw.