Good thing I took her, because her toe was nearly severed. Not that you could tell from her behavior. Collies are ridiculously stoic dogs, and Mia is even more stoic than the average collie. So she was just walking around with her toe almost off, like, "Whatever. It's just a scratch." She even tried to go back under the porch after A. shot the raccoon, to make sure it was dead, I guess.
Brave, or kind of stupid? Maybe both.
Anyway, I had to leave her at the vet's office so the vet could sew her toe back together. I went to pick her up at 4:30 yesterday afternoon and she was in a very pleasant drug stupor and had a stylish orange camo-patterned bandage on her foot.
It's her Halloween costume. She's going as a wounded raccoon assassin.
So now I have a week of wrapping her foot in a plastic bag and taking her out on a leash several times a day for potty breaks. A serious pain in the ass, but a dog so brave deserves some care. Maybe even a medal. Though I think she would prefer a steak bone. I could probably manage that.