I came home from work two days ago to find my dog stiff and sore. I don't know what he did while I was away, but he must have partied too hard, so today I have to try and get him into the vet.
He had a slipped disc about three years ago, and I'm afraid this might be the same issue cropping up.
Dogs are expensive.
This morning around 4:30 my smoke detector started to die. Normally that's not a sound that bothers him but with him in pain, it ramped his anxiety up to 11. So I had to get up and take down the smoke detector, rip out the batteries, and bury it under a pile of coats (because I don't have fresh batteries for it at the moment), and then give him some baby aspirin because that's all I have until I get to the vet. He finally calmed down about an hour later, whereupon he got comfortable, spread out, and pushed my boyfriend off the bed.
The last time he got a slipped disc (I'm assuming this time it's a slipped disc at least), it was right after I registered him for WTA's Hike-a-Thon. I didn't want to register myself because I knew I didn't stand a chance at placing, but I figured if I registered Ozzy in the four-legged class, he might have a chance. A few days after I registered him, he was sore.
I didn't participate in subsequent years due to being busy dealing with school and/or divorce stuffs.
I was planning on doing it this year though. This time he's been kind enough to wait until before registration opens to get sore. I think he knows and just doesn't want to do it. It's a conspiracy to get out of Hike-a-Thon.
Oh, Doggy. Why do you have to get yourself hurt so?
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