Yipe, yipe, yipe.

Indeed that was the sound I awoke to yesterday morning as Tempest yelped for a few minutes strait. Now we have had experience with many dogs over our 16 years together and this went on and on indicating that something was seriously wrong. Sherry thought Tempest had shattered her hip and I didn't know what to think; my compassion waned as all I could think was "shut that dog up."

apparently it all started in our mud room while Guinness was out. The dogs have a tendency of getting up on a bench and watching the world. Tempest must have been watching Guinness and fell off. So Sherry wanted to wait and see, but I saw the dog just lay there whimpering under her breath and urged us to go to the vet. So there we were yesterday morning in the doctor's office with our dog, just after Christmas, with the possibility of a hefty bill. An x-ray was needed on her back leg which was swollen and hot. Here she is showing the injured leg.


Well after $153 it is a sprained ankle. Yes, a sprained ankle! Sherry reminded me that Angus, a Golden we had for 10 years, when a puppy, fell off the bed on Christmas day. We ran around and he was fine after a hour or so. Obviously we hadn't learnt our lesson.