I know I haven't posted many pics of the Pepper Dog recently, or my trip to D.C., but that's only because like an idiot, I left my camera at a friend's house in D.C. Doh!
Tuesday Pepper and I went for a walk and a swim at the beach, where she ran and ran and surfed and generally kept all the birds busily flapping away from her. Wednesday afternoon, we went out for a short walk and upon returning, Pepper was very slow going up the stairs.
Hah! Out of shape for a four year-old! A bit later she sat up on her haunches to give me her paws to play with, and went totally limp, yelping in pain, and whimpered for a good bit afterwards.
This morning, I was awakened by the sound of a woman being murdered. I was sure that's what it was. Honestly, the shrieking yelp that came out of Pepper was like nothing I'd ever heard before. The vet was open at 7:00am, so away we went.
Blood tests, x-rays, pain meds, and $270 later we're not sure. It seems she has a degenerative condition in her spine, ominously visible in the x-rays. It may be an infection, it could be an early onset of arthritis, it might be something else. But two of her discs are a mess.
We don't know the history of the first year of her life. When we adopted her, she had just had a litter of pups as the result of some nefarious Rottweiller twice her size. And she had heartworms, too, and so has had the whole arsenic routine to survive as well.
Home from the vet's, she got out of the car here at the Pirate Palapa, saw a squirrel ---her arch-nemesis--- and gave him very stern looks... and sat down. She's at the bottom of the stairs even now, asleep in the foyer and unwilling to face the pain of climbing up.
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