Something happened at my house a couple of weeks ago that was like living in a Stephen King book.
My son Daniel and niece Lily were sitting on the couch one afternoon, telling me about their day, when I spotted a couple of drops of blood on the floor. As they kept talking, I noticed more drops – really a spray of blood – on the pillow next to Lily. I interrupted them: “Okay, hang on, who is bleeding?” Slightly panicked, we all checked ourselves. We seemed okay.
We checked the dogs (Mabel and Gus). They seemed fine. The cat was nowhere nearby. Then I saw more blood splattered across the back of my laptop! We found a few drops on Mabel, but they weren’t coming from a cut, just sitting on the surface of her coat, so that wasn’t it.
As we continued investigating, I suddenly felt something wet on my arm. I looked down – a few more small drops of blood. Lily and Daniel both felt some on their arms then, too, like it had rained on us. Slowly, we all looked up toward the ceiling…
Well, there was nothing on the ceiling, but it was a weird moment, let me tell you.
It took another 15 minutes or so of confusion, but eventually we solved the mystery. It was Mabel’s tail! Somehow she had split it open at the end a little, and every time she wagged she was spraying blood everywhere in tiny droplets. And she’s a very happy dog, so there was plenty of blood splatter all around the room. Karianne took her to the vet the next day, and they said this condition is called “Happy Tail.” She had to keep it wrapped for two weeks, and now she’s back to normal.