Ruby is lobbying to head on out of the Funny Farm and go for a good long walk around the ‘Hood. Her human, however…not so much. The human doggedly resists…
Cripes. I’m so crippled I can barely limp from the dining table into the kitchen. Why? Dunno.
Best guess is I must have slept in an odd position. A fine jab of pain hit the minute I woke up and tried to climb out of bed. So…about the most reasonable explanation is a cattywampus position in the bed.
Or…last night my son dragged me to the physical therapist. I suppose some of his hour’s worth of manipulations could have spavined some muscle or tendon. But you’d think I’d have noticed that at the time.
At any rate, just now I’m in no shape to trek around the neighborhood behind a lunging dog.
Whatever. It sure does HURT.
And y’know what? I am tired of hurting!