I haven’t had much energy lately, and I’ve spent my days under Mommis’ bed resting. After all, today’s my birthday and I’m 12, she thinks. Also the vet thinks so. I guess my teeth are 12.
After I refused to jump down out of the car at the park a couple of times, Mommis finally caught on and figured out that I needed help. So she ran me up to the vet, because she thought the big bump under my left shoulder might be the reason.
But the vet said no, and also x-rayed me for elbow arthritis. Oh, and weighed me. This was the worst part. I have gained five pounds. While the vet said I didn’t have any visible arthritis, she gave Mommis some samples of anti-inflammatories and told her to try them on me.
And then came the worse part: she told Mommis to cut back my food and substitute canned green beans for kibble. Mommis is a nutritional nut who only eats vegetables herself, so I knew I was in trouble.
The bad news is that I now get a half cup of kibble and a half cup of green beans, and ONLY HALF A TREAT! Serious deprivation.
The good news is that those “uppers” the vet prescribed have seriously raised my energy levels so that I now can forage for food in the park every morning and still catch up to the group. When I was slow, Mommis let me out of the leashing system and I just carry my own leash now. This allows me to pick up pine cones and garbage, which I love. Just yesterday I found an open package of hot dogs.
Happy Birthday to me!