so, some of you may know I have a lovely six-year-old male whippet called Kip.
He's never been the smartest dog around (we love him all the same), and often comes inside with scratches and such. Never too serious, though.
Earlier this evening, I was upstairs on my computer when I heard my sister shout for my mom. I don't remember exactly what she said, but I know it had 'blood' and 'Kip'.
So I quickly shut off the computer, abandoned whatever I was doing, and ran downstairs. Sure enough, my sister was standing there with a bloody Kip beside her.
His entire back, legs, flanks, and part of his muzzle were splattered with blood. But worst wa