Do you all recall this time last year that Abi had to have ACL surgery?
And she wouldn't leave it alone and as soon as I got her home, I had to turn right around and take her back so they could put the dressing on her wound again?
And then we went through about 8 weeks of misery because I had to watch her constantly? Which is no easy feat.
Just like I've had to watch Charlie through his recent two eye surgeries.
Well, late yesterday afternoon she started hopping around holding one of her back feet up. Her right foot.
I had a moment of sheer panic.
I picked her up, felt around on the pads of her feet to see if she had anything in there that was hurting her.
Nope. She never flinched. So it surely can't be her foot.
So I called the vet and, pretty much holding my breath, asked them which leg she had to have surgery on last year.
And yeah, it was her right leg.
So we have an appointment for Friday morning.
Heavens, I just got Charlie's eye surgeries paid for.
But then I guess in doggy years, the pupsters are 70 years old.
When I would take Charlie to the eye specialist the past two months, we'd be sitting in a waiting room full of people with old dogs having things done like cataract surgery.
We live in a one bedroom apartment. I have three sets of doggy steps with carpet for you two. There's no need to jump at all. So why must you jump???
One set of doggy steps to the bed. One to the couch. And one to the chair.
Which is primarily why I have to get this coffee table out of here. I tend to trip on either the doggy steps or the coffee table when I get up from my chair.
And if Mama goes down, who's going to take care of you two?
Now what Sam fool thing have you done? Torn your ACL again?
Heavens to Pete, I sure wish you could understand what I'm telling you.
I wish we could go one month without an injury around here of some variety.