Last night I was outside playing with Tiny and Ralph, the other two insignificant furry animals in this story, when all of a sudden, I hurt myself. I'm given to understand I made a terrible noise (think 2 year old screaming). I don't remember much of it because I was in so much pain. Oh, the pain! I feel faint thinking about it.

Mom and Meelie came to my rescue and asked me what happened but I couldn't talk because, oh, the PAIN. Mom took me inside and stroked my fur, talking to me softly and tried to get me calmed down. I remember her attempting to see what I had done to my leg, but I was so distraught, because, Oh My Gosh, I hurt so badly and I wasn't ashamed to let anyone know it.

Finally, Meelie came in with some doggie treats, which calmed me down alot, and Mom was able to get a look at my leg. There were no visible wounds, and my leg looked normal, but I remember how good it felt to lick it. They put me in my kennel after a while, and I settled down and went right to sleep.

When Mom came home from work today, she noticed that I wasn't putting any weight on my leg, and on further inspection, she noticed it was swollen. Dad had looked at it this morning, but it really wasn't as bad as it was tonight. Honest. It hurt so much that I immediately needed more doggie treats to medicate me. Mom and Meelie were happy to oblige.

Mom called Doc, and Doc said to bring me right in. So, off we went. Meelie carried me into the Doc's office when we got there, and she held me on her lap while we waited to get signed in. Did I mention that my Sissy gives great back scratches?

We were taken to this little tiny office that smelled really good. Only another dog would understand. The Doc came in and asked Mom to put me down on the floor, at which time I promptly went crazy. Oh the smells. I walked on all four legs, hopping around, like a cat that got into the Tequila. Every once in a while, I would remember the pain, and limp, or hold one leg up. But mostly I just went schizoid. And then whizzed on the Doc's foot.

She checked me out really good, and declared that I had a soft tissue injury. I became a little bit miffed at that because there was nothing soft about my injury. But they didn't listen to me. Then Doc clipped my toenails, which made it alot easier to walk on slippery floors without sliding all over the place.

I was sent home with some pain medication to take for the next few days, and if I don't get any better by then, they'll take an x-ray.

I don't know what an x-ray is, but if it means I can have more doggie treats, I'm all for it.