On Wednesday night the husband and I are sitting at our dinner table, eating dinner when I hear a faint, pathetic whimper. I notice that Lola is not under our table as usual looking for random crumbs, so I get up and find her laying in the kitchen shaking like a little leaf. I immediately start to panic. I ask her if she is okay, she replies with watery, over sized doe eyes. I gently pick her up and start gently pressing on all of her appendages. She does not cry out, so I'm still very perplexed as to what is wrong. I did ask her to use her words, but we all know how that turned out. So, I put her down on the rug in the living room and created a line of dog food to see if she would walk and eat each piece. She walked a little, limping and then gave up and sat down. It was apparent to me that she hurt her front left leg or paw. I demanded that we go to the vet (ours is opened 24/7) and see what is wrong with her, but my rational husband said we should give it some time and see if it gets better (or worse). Fine.
Lola is injured |
Sheldon: Lola's BFF |
Have a great weekend!
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