We don't like when weekends start out rough. It began like this... somehow our little IG wiped out on the back stairs when she was playing with my daughter and her friends. No one actually witnessed it, they only heard her shrieking and crying. (Emily has a tendency toward the dramatic.) Her rear paw was in pain because she wasn't using it at all.
We spent a majority of the evening at the emergency animal care center and Emily milked every pitiful moment like a wee damsel in distress.
After x-rays and thorough examinations the doctor finds nothing... The trouble is, it is three days after her accident and the poor pup is still not using her paw. We're going to wait a few days, but if x-rays showed nothing, what could the trouble be?
poor, poor pitiful me
The weekend was gorgeous. We enjoyed the garden, and family, good food and spectacular fireworks.