After a very long week of resting, my foot is finally better. YA-HOO!
My human thinks I must have just twisted it the wrong way trying to keep up with the big dogs during a crazy game of chase. Because my injury wasn't serious, I didn't have to go to the vet. But when I visited ARF a few weeks ago, I did get to play sick in their make-believe animal hospital.
(Playing sick is SO much better than BEING sick, by the way. You get to lie on a table and people fuss all over you, but nobody sticks anything up your butt!)
Anyway. Lynn, the nice lady who gave us the ARF tour, said ARF's hospital-of-make-believe teaches kids that pets need more than just love (even though we need lots of that too). My human says when you bring an animal into your life, you become responsible for everything he needs. Including expensive trips to the vet.
My human knows all about expensive trips to the vet, so she got me and brother Dutch our own health insurance. She says it can really help keep vet bills manageable. I don't know all that much about it, but I do know it came in reeeallly handy that time I faked a heart attack to save my boy parts.
There's a whole bunch of pet health insurance companies out there and some are better than others. My human said reading real reviews from other humans helped her narrow things down. If you've been wondering whether or not to insure your animal friends, here's a sign you should make a decision today: Google just told me September is National Pet Health Insurance Month... and tomorrow it turns October.