Okay, *I* didnâ€™t break it, *it* broke it LOL. Took the dogs for a great long walk in the freezing cold, they were idiots running around like loons. (Though honestly, a great dane running flat out like Breez does, really is a thing of beauty.) Anyway, brought them back in, was feeding them some bites of left-over grilled cheese, looked down and saw this: Well, crud. Someone is bleeding duh. Neither dog is acting or looking hurt, both looking at me with goofy grins waiting for more leftovers. So I start checking more carefully, with hands, and petting, which is FUN and requires dancing around and smearing more blood all over the kitchen floor, and WTH!? I canâ€™t figure out which dog is bleeding. More checking, more dancing, hell, I even checked myself... Finally I figured out it was Breez, she cracked her dew claw in half. Clipped it off, got it to mostly stop bleeding, wrapped that sucker up, and now sheâ€™s good as new. Though slightly (okay, very) offended at having her foot wrapped. So sheâ€™s just going to lay here and refuse to look at or acknowledge her foot.