Dash is really tough. He bonked his foot a while back, and I gave him his kiss and sent him on his way. When I noticed his black toenail a few days later, I felt badly. Fast forward two months, tonight was the night that his toenail needed to come off.
It was only hanging on by a thread, and there was already a new nail underneath, but Dash was pretty against my idea of yanking it.
I finally talked into him letting me cut it off, and he agreed.
And now…instead of a black toenail, my little tough guy has a half nail on the middle toe of his left foot.