Lucy showed up one morning last week limping like she done suffered a gunshot wound in a knife fight. When I got to inspecting things, her whole front foot/paw was swollen to the size of a golf ball and she was having a hard time putting any sort of weight on it. Of course I was annoyed. I don’t have money to pay a vet bill right now… are you serious, Lucita Burrita!? Plus, the vet down the street charges like 8000000000 dollars just to open the front door. Believe me. Last time I got peed on by a dog in the waiting room and they still charged me. No discounts for the dog repellers!
I decided I’d give it a day to see if it would magically deliciously fix itself. If you have a kid, you don’t take him/her to the doctor the first time he/she coughs… good grief! Or maybe you do and I just had a risky childhood. The time I broke my wrist whilst skiing at the age of 14, my folks still didn’t take me to the ER even after my wrist swelled up to the size of my giganta-head and was the color of a smooshed up grape vineyard. Shake it off, Whitney… shake it off! They also made me carry my own skis and poles down the mountain the rest of the way. Who hates deductibles!?
Later that night it was worse… much bigger and uglier and nastier and she hadn’t eaten anything all day or drank anything either. Very uncharacteristic for her to spend a whole day laying around the house. She loves to frolic. I’d made up my mind that night that the next morning I’d take her into the vet… wearing galoshes this time… because seriously peeing animals! Behave!
But, by the next morning some of the swelling had gone down, so I held off for another day… 3 days later it looks back to normal. I don’t know what went down… maybe she has a mysterious peanut allergy and/or she’s allergic to Madre and her mad face. That’s the only face she knows from Madre! Admit it!
Question of the Day: Happy Weekend Friends! Any big weekend plans?