Random Esquire

Little Filthy didn’t want to move this morning.  He usually is up and down the hall, up on to the bed, back down to check his bowl to see if it has magically filled, etc.  He’s a whirling dervish, minus the prophetic insight.  But this morning?

Lump.

Lump of Filthy.

He had been limping a little last night and it just seemed to have gotten worse. He didn’t want to move at all.  This morning?  He hardly even wanted to eat – and then, only when I picked him up and set him down on his tripod legs in front of the bowl.  I think I stared at him, a little glassy eyed, and said, “Vet” and Besos nodded.

Took him to the vet immediately and turns out that the rabies shot he got yesterday (he was there for a check-up) made his leg so sore, he didn’t want to move.  He got an anti-inflammatory shot and some drugs and should be better in a day or so.

It is wrong that one of my first thoughts was hitching his ass up on a sling between two wheels so he could wheel around like a race car?