ACL

My powerful little dog has torn her ACL – at least that is what the vet “thinks” is the reason she leans slightly to one side to take her weight off her back leg.  Now, she always looks a little crooked when standing still, unless their is a small living creature in her line of sight.  When movement is sighted, all pain is forgotten.

It has been about a month since we were given her diagnosis, and Lulu is miserable.  She cannot go anywhere without being on a leash, and I honestly don’t understand why.  She has simply transferred her energy releases to the interior of the house, and turning sharp corners as she slides around the dining room table on hard wood floors at 20 MPH has GOT to have a more adverse effect on her ACL than trotting the fence line.

On top of all this, is the relationship stress.

“Are you taking her out?”

“It is raining.”

“It is your turn.”

“It’s raining.”

“She still has to go to the bathroom.”

“It is raining.  Just let her out. She does not run in the rain.”

At this point, the conversation often begins to escalate, because if it is not raining, then it is cold, or it is dark, or now that it is winter, cold, dark and raining.

“You are so lazy.  I’ll take her out!”

(silence)

“I can feel you staring at me.”

“Are you taking her out?”

“You just said you were taking her out.”

“OMG!”

“Fine, I’ll take her out.”

“Good, and hurry back.  I don’t want to leave the show on pause for 15 minutes.”

As we stand at the door staring out in to the yard, I lean over and clip on the leash.  I stand and look down at her as she looks up, a mild look of disgust on her face.

“This is what happens when a Republican dog is raised by a democrat,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her in a dog smile.”

“I HEARD THAT!”