For those of you who were waiting with baited breath about the fate of my dog, here it is.

She has mild hip dysplasia, with some mild bone deformaties.  No need for surgery, which is a relief. The hips shouldn’t have caused her such pain, however, so the vet wants us back in a month for back X-rays.  In the meantime, no running.

No running?  NO RUNNING?  This dog lives to run.  Her entire body screams, “Lookit me! I’m a happy dog!” when DH takes her out each day.  And when she doesn’t run, our yard and J’s plush toys suffer her wrath.  So what are we supposed to do for exercise for this animal?

“Take her swimming”, the vet suggested.

 Which is, without a doubt, some of the worst advice ever given by a medical professional.  Sound in theory, perhaps, but utterly impossible in practice.

Looks like J will have to lock up his stuffed animals for a while.

On a different note, you can find my post about books over here, at Segullah.  My sister says she doesn’t read me over there because, you know, we try to be thoughtful at Segullah.  So if you don’t like being thoughtful, well, don’t go over there.  I’m totally not offended.  But for that matter, I’m not all that thoughtful, either.