My Mom Spent a Boatload of Money at the Vet
On top of everything else, the Biting Wonderdog has become the Limping . . . Limperdog? Last week, after a night of restful snoozin' in her crate, she emerged with her tail wagging high and her right hind leg curled up, paw not touching the floor. After a week of watching her run quickly and impressively on 3 legs, I decided I was just a bad dog owner if I let this continue merely because I thought it was a great party trick.
Yesterday, I got her an emergency appointment at the vet. Biting Wonderdog, it would seem, has stretched her ACL (who knew?) and is now on the dog version of "bed rest" AND a nice drug cocktail of muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatories.
Does it say anything at all about how upset I was last night over Inappropriate Sister that I was contemplating trying out the dog muscle relaxers? After all, they seemed to work wonders for BWD. Look at her, wearing that crappy faded curtain without a care in the world!
Note: We do not live in a wooden shack. We are not rednecks (not that there's anything wrong with that.) We have gutted our living room and kitchen. New floor is to be delivered next week (please, gob) and I will FINALLY have a refrigerator NOT in the living room, but on the front porch where it belongs.