An arm and a leg...

A dog and his bones

Well, not actually a leg...but rather a paw.  Last night, to avoid the "heat of ridiculous proportions," we partook in the rare mid-week trek to dog beach.  The beasts enjoyed their respite, frolicking famously where the surf meets the turf.  But by the time we got home, the Chubster was limping slightly.

When we awoke this morning, he was in full limp and barely able to walk.  So, off to the vet we went.  The topical examination showed nothing.  And of course the nonsensically expensive x-ray came back spooky and clean.   He's on anti-inflamatories and ordered to rest.  And so is my wallet.

The vet also chastised me for 20 minutes on his gargantuan proportions....about the same number as the temperature.  We've switched his foods and he (and his cohort) are not to ingest any biscuits/treats/table scraps until he drops about 10 lbs.  Poor pups!  At least my doggie cookie bill will drop as well.