For those of you who have been with me from the start of these rambling dispatches of verbal brilliance to the internet in order to make it just a little more exciting, you’re familiar with the TharpSter TreadMill.

For those of you who are familiar with our tenacious little Labrador – Jack Russell terrier mix of a dog, you need to look no further than this site. The dog has her own page and category which serve as her traveling scribe for the events in her life.

Btw, her name is Faith.

Faith has developed a new feature during the normally brilliant month of June.

It’s a broken toe.

We don’t know how she got it. We can pin point it to the general date of June 8th when we boarded her for our trip to the coast.

For the last three weeks, we’ve been taking her into the vet in order to treat what we all thought was some sort of infection or foreign body.

Twice a day during that time I’ve sat her down and jammed my thumb in her mouth at her molars and held down her tongue so that I could give her antibiotics and pain medication.

When the prudent treatments proved not to work we opted to X-ray the foot to see what was going on.

I guess when she stubbed her toe in the cedar chest, she did some major damage.

To be honest, we don’t know how it happened.

The problem is that it can’t really be treated. Sure they could do a splint or make the attempt to put pins in it. The problem is that the break is at the end of the toe where it can’t really be corrected, so to say.

Care to guess what the treatment is? I’ll give you a hint.

It starts with an ‘A’ and ends with ‘mputation’.

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen.

On Tuesday morning, we will take our recently flawed dog Faith to the vet and drop her off for the day and pick her up at the end of the day sans part of her toe.

In the meantime, I’ll make payment arrangements with the vet to pay for him to do something that I could …….

No I probably shouldn’t suggest that.