So go figure, my toe ISN’T broken, I seem to have some kind of mysterious infection/illness that the doctors are trying to figure out. How has this been treated as a broken toe for three days?!? You’ve got me on that one. Today my symptoms are fever, abdominal and back pain, and lethargy–It is not my finest hour. Tonight I’m sleeping over at the vet’s house with pain meds, fluids, a cocktail of antibiotic/anti-fungal meds and of course, my favorite toys. We have marked a lot of awful things off the list today, but tomorrow we hope to narrow my diagnosis down and get me all better. Through it all, I am still a sweet champ but I do feeeeeel terrible.
Upside? The awful cast is gone.
Just remember that tiny puppy that you were so nasty to can grow, VERY QUICKLY, into a giant towering beast!.
So, my brother was spending the night last night and we had a great time. I had been looking forward to it alllllll week! All was perfect until this
morning–I walked out of my kennel and realized that my foot hurt–it hurt a lot. I have no idea what happened or how I did this, but OUCH! Mom took me to the doctor and, get this, I broke my TOE! No big deal, right? WRONG! I am growing so fast and the break is on a growth plate soooooo we have to be really careful with it or it can mess up my foot forever. Greeeeaaaattt! I wanted to play with Cooper and now I am just zoned out and woozy from the drugs.
Well, glass half full? 1) I get to lay inside with family 2) If i make a sound my peeps jump up and wait on me hand and foot. 3) All the ladies love a wounded puppy4) It could have been worse.
The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances. ~Aristotle
12 weeks old and weighing in at 24.8 pounds.