Nothing's more sad than a bum-legged Boogie

A couple of weeks ago we decided to cap off our Memorial Day staycation in Kansas City by taking the dogs for a swim at the local dog park. We'd been there several times before, but it had been a few years which, in hindsight, probably explained why Zoe was geeked up beyond control. That said, between the thick mud around the banks of the pond and her never-say-quit mentality, she ended up a bit gimpy. By the end of the day she was hopping around on three legs and I had resulted to carrying her up and down the stairs. The vet took a look at her the next day and determined that she had most likely twisted her knee and recommended some anti-inflamatories and pain meds as a first round of treatment before we subjected her to X-rays. All of that was fine and dandy until he told us that she was going to have to lay low (meaning no walks or playtime) for a couple of months. A COUPLE OF MONTHS! If you know anything about Zoe you know that playing is her life, even at nine she won't stop until you make her, so to say it's been a little difficult has been an understatement. Denying her a game of fetch or watching her face as I leave the house with Luka on a walk has been brutal. However it's something we have to do if we want it to heal properly and avoid surgery somewhere down the line—assuming it's not already that serious. So please send her your positive vibes (or lavish treat bouquets) for a speedy recovery.