Two days after my week-long staycation ended, I’m now realizing the true cost of my week at home. It will turn out to be ridiculously expensive.
My goal last week was fitness. And I incorporated Perl into as much of the running, walking, and hiking that I could. She and I traveled 3-5 miles or more every day.
But I noticed that she didn’t sprint at Fort Funston. And after naps, she’d hold up her back leg a little. But it seemed to work itself out. By yesterday, she’d been favoring it enough that it was time to go to the vets. I’d found some big lumps of fatty tissue under her skin. The ones on her back legs are much bigger than the ones on her neck. And I’m petrified that she will get hip dysplasia like her pug cousins.
So Perl spent the morning at the vets getting drugged up, x-rayed, and a sample taken from the lumps.
The verdict? I’m a horrible, horrible dog owner.
Perl’s hips look great! And there’s no sign of arthritis. The lab on the bumps will be back later. As for her back leg, she has a torn ligament in her knee and now has to have knee surgery.
She has an exam with the specialist on Thursday to discuss surgery.
Poor Perl.
