Saturday, February 14, 2009
This morning, Dad and I began with our normal routine. We always take Nanuq, Trouble, and Macy outside before breakfast. While outdoors, I ventured into the woods for a little while and then back to the yard with my furry brothers and sister. As I ran past Dad to play with Trouble I yelled "loudly" in pain.
Dad immediately came to comfort and check on me. It seems I may have pulled a muscle in my "good" leg. A few years ago I injured my left rear leg and received two different surgeries to repair the problem. Mom, Dad, and I are praying my injury is not as bad this time since I didn't fall or slide.
My parents have spent the day making me stay calm and quiet, giving me pain medicine, and trying to help me feel better. Despite their efforts, I am still suffering discomfort and I am a little cranky about it.
Please pray for me! I have a "big" job to do; GOD is not done with my furry self yet. Until my paws dance across the keyboard again...
Woofs and Wags,