Sigh. It is official. I am limping. My left back paw is painful. Momma went nutty yesterday when she saw me limp, and off I went to see my Dogtor. I like Dr. Jerry, but I like him when he is NOT at his clinic. I like him best at Bark in the Park, at a party, at the Bash.... ANYWHERE, but at work. So when momma grabbed me, and only me, and did not invite me to a ride as she usually does, I knew something was up.
Look, I am not afraid to admit it. I got the shakes as soon as I got there. My little heart was thumping like a crazed drummer. I was fearing the needles.. and the butt thing. You know... THAT butt thing? That thermometer thing. I HATE that.
Well, the good news is, I did not get either of those. I did get X-rays. I am now "nucular"? Momma said no.
I have no problems with my back, my knees, my hips.... seriously someone should have asked me. I have the best hips in town! Ask JD I can out sachay` anyone!
The bad news is... I have a sprain in my toesie, dang it. The sucker hurts.
So... the dogtor said I need to take it easy until I heal. And it will be a slow heal... 4-6 weeks!
Translate that to:
"Oh, sit me in the softest seat,
Quick, a cushion for my feet.
Do for me, buy for me, lift me, carry me..."
Yuh, I am a Sadie, and if only JD would make an married lady then Funny Girl would be a total fit for my life.
But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo, he is too macho for that!
Life has handed me a small lemon. I plan on making a few gallons of lemonade out of that.
I am not stupid.
I am going to work this angle while I can.
Practicing my ouchie face, you should see how momma reacts. It is as if someone is squeezing the life out of her heart. She loves me.
I love that