By Heather O.
She’s just as sweet as she looks, too (and much less possessed by the devil than the picture would have you believe). Dumb as a stump, but sweet. We spent last night in the vet ER. When J went to call Maggie in to eat dinner, she wouldn’t come, and sat outside, whimpering, until DH called her. Since she would go to the end of the earth and back for the man who takes her rollarblading every morning, she moved for him, but just barely. She walked slowly to him, head bowed, tail between her legs, body trembling, and gave another whimper.
This from the dog who we joke has no bones because she wiggles so much? Something was wrong. She was clearly in a lot of pain.
So, we took her to the vet, who found some hip problems. Options?
“Oh, there are plenty of surgical options–hip replacements, things like that.”
We are getting X-rays next week, to see what we are dealing with.
The Wiz says Maggie’s a lemon, and that we should take her back. She’s kidding, of course. Mostly.
How much do you love YOUR dog?