Hi there, Hoover here! I've had a rrrrufff week.
I gotted hurt. I borked my leg. not really, not borked. I cried cause it hurted. That scared Mom. So I panted too. That scared her more. She grabbed her purse, keys and me and took me to the emergency mean doctor lady.
I was scareded on the way there. I sat on Mom's lap and cried. Mom held me and drove and told me things like it will be ok and whatever happens, she loves me. Well, I knew she loved me.
We went in and the mean doctor lady looked at me. Mom was scared. We were both real happy that it is JUST a torn ACL. MDL gave me a shot to help with the pain and I went home and slept.
The diaggnooossies is I have to not exercise (YIPEEEEEEEE) and lose weight (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO). But thankfully now I am feeling better. whew. I was scareded.
I'm doing much better, I am walking a little but not going too far.
Gonna rest more. OH and no treats. this SUCKS!!!!