Yep, Scooby's broken again. Friday we went to the vet for the third time this year. Count 'em - one, two, third time! Little stinker. Apparently he over did himself on the non-parentally supervised jaunt he and Mimi took the other day. I noticed that evening that he was moving slower, but I chalked it up to him being obstinate. After all, he is a Scottie Dog. The next morning, I noticed he was walking funny. By the afternoon, he was actually limping. I noticed it too late to take him to the vet that day (Murphy's Law), so I took him at 8:30 the next morning. Mimi came along for the ride - can't leave her alone at home. And, when we got a mile or two away, they both started freaking out. I think Mimi knew something was wrong with Scoob, she was hanging around him a lot more and checking him out a lot. As we got closer, and then I left her in the car, I thought she was going to blow a gasket. The limp was way more pronounced at this point, but it wasn't enough to dissuade my lovely boy from marking the bookcase in the Vet's office. Way to establish your territory Scoob. I'm so proud.
After a short visit, he was pronounced fine but with a probable muscle or ligament pull probably around the elbow area. We're to give him pain/anit-inflammatory drugs and keep him from playing. Great. Two things that go over well with him. By that evening, he was a 3-legged dog. A Hop Along Scoobady if you will. I felt so bad for him. It had to hurt pretty bad for him to not use his foot at all, but he was still trying to chase the cat. It was the funniest darn thing I've ever seen. He'd hobble after the cat and then look up at us with these pitiful eyes then hobble after the cat some more. Oh so funny. Just don't chase the cat, dumb dog! I'm happy to report that the drogas seem to be doing their job because the boy is on all legs again and rarely even limps. Now we're supposed to keep him from playing, running, and jumping for the next week. What fun!
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