Wriggler

Hello, tis me Bleb!
Yesterday I had to suffer the indignities of the poochie parlour.... twas horrible. I think I may have wriggled quite a lot!
Anyway late last night 'evil woman' noticed I was biting at my paw. Being a nosey parker she took a look and was shocked to see my dewclaw (for those of you who don't know, it's my thumb) was bent back and it was bleeding. :(
Evil one decided to bandage it (good job she's not a nurse) and it came off in the night. I was very distressed and uncomfortable :(
So this morning Evil one took me to the place I hate the most (even more than the pooch parlour) and with a big booming voice the man I most hate said he's broken it. 
Without even asking he grabbed a pair of pliers and yanked the bloody thing out. 
I was too bloody shocked to scream! 
The horrid vet man said I'd probably broken it at the pooch parlour because I wriggle to much! How dare he?! 
Here's me settling down after Evil one cooked me a bit of nice fresh cod! 
:)