Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway
You're a handsome guy, Jaspur! Fenway is lucky to have you for a friend :-)
ReplyDeleteOh but it is perfect weather to be out!!!!
ReplyDeleteNow don't get in TOO much trouble while they are gone.
Make sure to eat all of Fenway's hay and hide his mineral block. And maybe shovel mud into his water bucket. I'm sure that'd teach him who's boss! :) I enjoyed your blogging today, Jasper!
ReplyDeleteYay Jasper! But I suspect, you pee on all Fenway's stuff because you are jealous!
ReplyDeleteMaybe someday you will get to go camping yourself, all you have to do is carry some of the humans' stuff, and you get to check out the wild female mountain goats!