Yup, I did it now. Just bein' my doggone crazy self. The doc says I was being too bully bouncy, turned the wrong way on my leg...and BAMMO! Ooowooow! Did my leg hurt! After a visit to the vet, some fancy dancy X-rays on my doggy derriere, they gave me my daggone diagnosis.
I tore my CCL. Now in doggy language that means I blew out my back knee. Just like those crazy skiers that are always blowing their knees doing those flying twists and turns (I say that with great bulldog authority as I just watched the action on the slopes at the Vancouver Olympic games)
....but I dog-gress. Back to my leg. Seems as if the doc....correction...doctors (seems I have a whole slew of fab vets who are weighing in on the subject of my injury...thank dog-ness for all that great love and support!) all agree. There's only one thing to do to get my leg back in grand shape......
Yup...you heard it right from these sloppy ol' lips. SURGERY!!!!! I've gotta go under the knife.....aaaawwwwoooohhhh!!!!
Bout the only thing I can think of that will make me feel better is knowing I have A dog-zillion friends out there thinkin' great thoughts about me. But never fear, while I may be laid up awhile, that does NOT mean that my adventures come to a halt....nope, just takin' a little detour off the adventure trail.
I'll keep you posted on the happenings ...and as the song goes, so goes travelin' Jack....The hip bones connected to the thigh bone and the thigh bone's connected to the knee bone.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH....
doggie hugs and slurpy kisses!