The gimpy foot is back.
Everything was going great... On saturday, I went for a five mile hike over where the cows live. Sunday morning we went to the beach. Yesterday afternoon was Pug Sunday and I ran around like a wild pug for about an hour... until my foot went bad. Then I just stood next to my human and waited to leave.
Brother Dutch was having such a good time, we stayed a little while longer to let him play. I did my best to elevate. It wasn't much fun, but I'm really glad we stayed because my friend Ody showed up. I'd never met Ody before - we only know each other by blog - so it was so cool to finally smell his butt.
Meeting Ody made me super-bummed about the bad foot though. I've wanted to play with Ody for a reeeally long time. Y'see, Ody had leg surgery a few months ago and had to take some time off to recover. Now that he's all healed up and ready to play, I'm out of commission with a stupid case of gimpy foot.
Even though I couldn't play, it was still cool to meet Ody & his humans. His dad even carried me back to our car (note: being carried down the street by a man isn't nearly as bad as being carried down the street by your MOM). I got the frozen peas/baby aspirin treatment as soon as we got home and I've been trying to elevate. Problem seems to be in the toes.
Wednesday, we go to the vet.
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