Mystic: It’s been awhile. As I mentioned last time, my leg was bothering me after we came home from the dog park last time. Mom made me “take it easy” which I, of course, had a hard time listening. C’mon I’m only 2 and need to run around. It slowly got better and after about, forever (a week) we finally went on another walk. Well, I woke up the next morning sore, again, and was limping around. It really didn’t bother me that much, I was still running around and eating like my usual self but mom decided to take me to the vet to be on the safe side. So off to the vet we went….
So a few days ago we went to the vet…. I get excited about going. And I don’t get alone time with mom very often, even if it’s just the vet, I still enjoy it. So we get there and do the usual routine, check in, step on the black square (little did I know that black square and I would have future issues) get treats, have people tell me I’m cute, the usual. So we sit, and wait, and wait, and wait. I don’t mind the waiting as much as mom, I get to look at all the other puppies as they come and go. Mom says I get too excited but I am just trying to be friendly and greet everyone. Mom says her hand gets sore from holding my leash so tight, I don’t understand why she can’t just let go so I can play! Not everyone thinks I am nice though, I am just vocal and some people think I sound mean and they worry about their dogs and that I might hurt them. So finally, to moms relief, we get called back.
I know the drill by now. Poking and more poking. Then the vet comes in, more poking. He laid me on the table, which scared me, but mom talked to me and calmed me down. After what seemed like forever the Dr decided…..
The Dr decided to start out with; we will hold off on Xrays (unsure what that is but I don’t want to find out) but I can only do very limited activity for two weeks, take medicine to help with inflammation and I have to go on a diet. No biggie right? Wrong, very wrong.
I didn’t really understand any of that meant but found out very quickly. Mom has her work cut out trying to limit my activity. I mean I love to run around the house, up and down the stairs, run in the yard with Ruca, and now I’m not suppose to do any of it. I am also on a “weight management food” and am on a much stricter diet which I also quickly realized I dislike. But mom assures me it is for the best, I think she’s crazy. Dad tries to feed me scraps here and there but if mom sees; she puts a stop to it. I think it’s going to be a long road, mom agrees.
So please cross your fingers and paws my leg starts to feel better soon.Advertisements