Yesterday, Rommie, my oldest dog started limping. After checking several things we decided to wait and see. I’d restrict her movement and keep her as calm as possible and if things didn’t get better we’d visit our wonderful vet in a day or so. Rommie on restricted movement meant everyone on restricted movement since trying to get one or two dogs in or out at different times is more of an adventure than I am up to most days.
This afternoon I let everyone out for their 5 minute run, Snow, the cat, decided to join the dogs. He’s not on restriction so out he goes.
Five minutes later.
I open the door, three bodies come running in the door. I count again, yup three, all black. “Rommie!” I see her, back to me, in her favorite sunny spot and her ear twitches. Seriously? Damaged, limping, girl gives me an ear twitch? So I head out to where Rommie is enjoying her spot of sun, mumbling, loudly enough I know she can hear. The ear twitch turns into a head turn, which turns into a standing up, which turns into a slowly wagging tail and a slow limp towards me. As I slowly herd her back towards the house explaining how I know she just lost her fuzzy little brain to think I would ever leave her out with a limp that bad. And how good she about forgetting the limp and running up and down the fence line so the limp gets worse. Rommie was sufficiently chastised by the time we got back to the door and headed to her new raised fluffy bed and settled down to sleep.
I close the back door to find Snow, the only animal cleared to still be outside running towards the closed door. He apparently came in with the rest and was now unhappy that I wasn’t letting him back out.