Dexter's injured! This morning, I noticed he was a little uncomfortable when walking down the stairs, and then he didn't want to go out for his morning wee. He also seemed to be a bit hesitant when leaning down to eat his Schmacko before I went to work. According to mum, he's been on the sofa all afternoon and was in obvious pain. He looked as if he was limping, and he kept whimpering and occasionally yelping. So I decided a trip to the vet was in order, and we've not long since got back.
He's cricked his neck, apparently. The vet manipulated it and he really flinched, bless him. So he's had a morphine shot and some anti-inflammatories, and he's got a week's supply of pills, and has to go back on Monday for a check up. She thinks that it's a muscular thing rather than a skeletal thing, so I'm guessing that's good news. And after I'd promised him faithfully that they wouldn't do anything unspeakable, the poor lad had a thermometer put up his bottom as well. His temperature is a little high but she thinks that's because he's sore and his muscles are inflamed. Obviously if he's any worse he'll go back before Monday, but hopefully he'll be okay.
He's now lying on the floor in between the living room and the dining room, panting and looking a bit dopey (yes, dopier even than normal).
He's not allowed proper walks for 2-3 days and has to go on a harness rather than with his collar, which will do him good because he always pulls like mad.
So that's Dexter, all sore and wounded.
Poor chap.
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