This was supposed to be an amusing anecdote about the hazards of dog walking, but Magnus has a limp and I’m not feeling very amusing at the moment.
Since I just spent the last two hours on the computer and phone trying to figure out what to do with my boy I’m out of time for posting, but I still do want to know how the week went for everyone. Let’s hear those miles!
Before the limp started we logged in 11 miles bringing us to a grand total of 130 miles for the year. I’m excited to be creeping up to where I won’t be behind anymore, although it doesn’t look like it will be in time for the Halfway Giveaway, especially if we end up doing crate rest for a sprain or something.
I hate mysterious symptoms. It’s probably nothing serious, but it brings back all the memories of Maizey’s knees and Meeka’s degenerative myelopathy. Not fun times in my life of dogs. I hate for my pups to not feel good!
So instead of amusing anecdotes about the hazards of bugs on walks I’m obsessing about strange limps and little boy puppies who don’t feel good. Please brighten my day with some amusing walking anecdotes of your own! I need the distraction, especially since it doesn’t look like we’re getting a walk in today.












