woe is a wolf named Finnegan Jane
We are suffering under a grave grey cloud of ennui this morning, emanating mainly from the direction of my dog. Poor wee wolf is now housebound. This is not a happy thing. No, indeed. It is a thing of great sadness and woe.
It's the sort of sadness and woe that not even the sight of her name spelled out just so in cookie shapes can dispell, although we gave it a good try anyway:
It's the kind of ennui that involves making your eyes sad and liquid with gloom, heaving sad heavy sighs, and the aimless toting about of shoes and leashes. It's the kind of ennui we've been experiencing far too much of lately!
Early last spring, the wolf injured one of the vertabrae in her back. We're not entirely sure how, but most likely it was as a result of excessive bounding and leaping. The vet put her on a course of steriods and issued orders that she get complete rest. No walking, no running, no swimming, no leaping, no bounding, no fun. For two weeks.
She recovered to everyone's great relief and merriment and then promptly cut her foot open on a broken beer bottle, requiring five stitches and ten more days of no walking, no running, no swimming, no leaping, no bounding, no fun. Plus one of those humiliating cones to keep her from chewing out the stitches.
In August, her back started troubling her off and on again. More accurately, in August her back started troubling me again. I started giving her asprin like the vet advised, two tablets a day when she appeared to be sore. And then of course we had the debacle earlier this month with the big vomiting episode and the hospitalization and my near nervous breakdown, and I think it was because the asprin was causing stomach irritation. So does my vet, by the way, although the vet who treated her for the whole barfing episode (my vet was on vaccation) was bound and determined to blame it on a piece of bacon I fed her.
Well, this past week, I started noticing that the wolf was sort of turtling in the hind end, and limping a bit. So back to the vet we went last evening to charge up my Visa even further. Now it appears she has TWO troublesome locations along her spine and we're back to the steriod treatment and the two interminable (as far as she's concerned anyway) weeks of no walking, no running, no swimming, no leaping, no bounding, no fun. sigh.
If this problem re-occurs, we're going to have to go see a neurologist. And that could mean back surgery. Whee. Let's hope this resolves it.
Special thanks to sooner for introducing us to the magical biscuit letters! Great Fun! But a little disappointing with the mysterious lack of "W"s.
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