Poor little dog!

On Sunday, a woman from our church was bringing over dinner and dessert for us (we weren't sick and I didn't have a baby...it was just something nice she wanted to do). Cooper (our 3.5 year old beagle) barks when someone is at the door and since she was bringing food (which he LOVES) we thought it would be good just to have him on the back patio while she dropped of the dinner and then let him back in after she left. So he was on the back patio and jumped up onto a a chair and then put his front paws on the table so he could smell the daffodils that are sitting in the middle of the table. We all saw him do it and thought it was soooo cute. Then the doorbell rang and we all moved closer to the door and I answered it. The dinner was delivered and as I went into the kitchen to get plates, David went to the sliding door to let Cooper in. He was sitting at the door holding one paw up (Cooper, not David) and it was dripping quite a bit of blood. So I went out to look at it and one of his toenails (is that what they're called on a dog???) was twisted and looked really weird. We think what happened was that he was getting down after smelling the flowers and his nail got caught in the metal mesh table top and kind of tore/twisted close to his toe. So all five of us are trying to get a sock on his paw and clean up the blood that is now tracked through the living room and into the entrance of the kitchen. When we finally get him sort of bandaged, Lauren and I get in the van with him to go to the vet's office. All this time I'm thinking, "I just want to sit down and eat the yummy food that I didn't have to prepare". So we leave David and the other two kids to finish cleaning up the blood and then eat a hot dinner, while we drive to the vet's office. It's 4:10 and the office closed at 4:00. OK, I think there's a little hospital inside of PetSmart. We drive over there. No animal hospital. Oh yeah, that's the Hillsboro, Oregon PetSmart that had a hospital. The manager said he'd look up a vet that's open. He gets online and gets me directions. Great! It's pretty close to our house. We unload and then see the sign that says they are open Monday through Saturday. What? Didn't the PetSmart manager say he looked for one that's open today (Sunday!)? I'll give him the benefit of the doubt...maybe he thought it was Saturday. So we drive home. By this time, David, Dallin and Sara have eaten dinner AND dessert. Cooper's not bleeding and seems to be walking OK. I decide that I'll take him in the next day. Monday morning I took him to the vet and at first she couldn't really see anything. He wasn't licking at it and she said if there was something wrong she would've thought he'd be licking the wound. I left him there and after watching him for a while they noticed that it starting bleeding again and looked more twisted. She examained him more closely and saw that there was definite damage to the nail and a "shard" (her word, not mine) of nail was digging into his toe. She said she thought the reason he wan't licking it was because it was so painful! Ouch! So they did a little surgery and fixed him up. We picked him up today. He's bandaged and has one of those collars so he doesn't chew the bandage off. It's so sad! He's moping around and having a hard time napping. Poor little guy! All because he wanted to smell the daffodils!