Sorry. I don't have any other pictures loaded on this pc of my faithful mutt Allie.... so this is as good as you're gonna get.
On Tuesday night, Allie was out in the yard playing (as usual) and I was in the sunroom watching the boob tube (not that uncommon). A loud YELP comes from her general area and I run to the door to holler for her. Make sure she's ok and all. She's not. She is walking on 3 legs, holding the 4th up off the ground and lumbering toward me into the sunroom.
I look all over her paw for a splinter or some sign of injury. Nothing. Hubs gets home, lifts her onto the bed and palpates the gimp leg - massaging, pulling, pushing. Not the first sound out of her - she's thinking "this is the life!"
But alas. She does not put the leg down all day Wednesday so we go into the Vet at 3:00. At 4:30 I am sobbing on the phone with Hubs - relaying the message that Allie has torn her CCL (human equivalient: ACL) and requires serious surgery. Serious. With a lengthy recovery.
$950 surgery. Yup. That's Allie. 2 years old - should have no strain on her limbs as playful as she is. On the books for surgery. And I am sobbing because you can't not do anything, and she's in pain and will be in pain, and it's a lot of money, and I can't bear the thought of any other alternative, and she's looking at me with her puppy eyes. UGH! Dang Mutt.
We love her. Our mutt that found us. That is about to drain our bank account. Yeah - we still love you.