I have a bit of unfortunate news. I busted myself.
I
am not sure how or why but I do know I am definitely busted. Yesterday
my parents came home, let us out of the bedroom and we both went
running to Daddy who took us outside. After we came in I harassed them
for food while they ate. Nothing unusual. Then they cleaned up and
sat in their chairs before Daddy went to work while I licked the every
inch of the kitchen.
I
don’t know what happened, or how it happened, and being a dog I am not
telling anyone what is wrong but shortly after Mommy and Daddy sat I
came in the living room with my left hind leg lifted hobbling on three
legs and acting extremely pathetic.
Mommy
hoped it was a temporary thing but I became less mobile as the night
went on. I couldn’t push off my back legs at all. I fell down trying to
walk backwards. I couldn’t hold weight on the leg. There was no
jumping. I couldn’t climb stairs. I was busted.
After
Daddy got home she examined me with Daddy and then went on the Google
and got scared to death. There were all sorts of things wrong with me.
I had lime disease, lymphoma, hip dysplasia, the bird flu. You name it
they diagnosed me with it. Oh for heavens sake all I was doing was
limping! Humans!
I
am a little better today but I still wobble when I walk. I don’t put
much weight on my leg, and after I am taken out I pant in pain. Mommy
called the dogtor and made an appointment for me on Monday to maybe have
some x-rays and to eliminate anything bad to make them feel better.
Make them feel better? I am the one who is busted!
I
think I am doing good,. Everything a human could want in a dog, except
for the walking. I am eating fine, still tasting every inch of the
floor with my tongue (just a bit slower), doing my pooping and peeing
with no problem, have got in two fights with Pocket, don’t react in pain
to any touching or probing. I do start panting a short while after I
go outside for my business but hey! my leg hurts. I am sure I am fine
but maybe say a quick prayer for me, after the much more important dogs
there are to pray for with serious problems. I am just a little gimpy
that’s all.
And
maybe say a little one for my parents too. I am really worried about
them. They are carrying me, and talking to me softly and giving me
extra treats and food. Hey, what am I talking about? Foget the prayers.
Life’s never been better.
Except for the walking.
