Friends, if there is one lesson yours truly has learned this week it is to never let your humans know when you have an owie.
I pride myself on my athletic and trim body, but even I, Dexter, can sometimes overdo things.
Thus I found myself, after a very vigorous chase of my tennis ball, feeling the bounce gone from my after burners and experiencing some discomfort when I attempted to retrieve said tennis ball.
I was, in fact, so compromised in my rear quarters that I felt unable even to get onto my couch for a rest and momma immediately put me on the disabled list.
While not prone to self pity, how can one not feel a bit glum when confined to the interior of the estate while the RH gets to promenade about the neighborhood.
And to learn that even sad face patiently waiting at the garage door would not persuade the evil witch to liberate my beloved tennis balls for one quick toss.
Well, it broke my spirit.
To make matters worse, the RH positioned himself as some sort of guard troll in front of my couch so I would not be tempted to climb aboard.
Yes, within a few short days, I was not myself. I was moping about the house, reluctant on stairs, and not bouncing in general. So much so that even Master (who is much more conservative than momma) decided it was time to see the vet.
Vet lady was concerned that I was suffering from Lyme. But I think I would have had more symptoms, don't you?
She took my blood and declared me Lyme free but structurally compromised and sent me home with some of those anti-inflammatory medications.
I will tell you, that I am feeling quite invigorated. Thank goodness for drugs.
Nevertheless, I am still technically on the DL which means no daycare, no agility, no dog dancing, no long walks, and (oh the horror) NO TENNIS BALL for at least 10 days.
Is life worth living with such limitations?
But then, oh happy day, momma took me to SWIM CLUB! Woo hoo!
Sure, I would rather be chasing tennis ball at my own estate or visiting my daycare pals, but swim club is pretty darn good.
So don't worry about me. I can stand the wait (I think) until tennis ball liberation day. I made sure momma booked me for swim club again next Saturday. It's the least she could do, right?
In the meantime, check out this exciting adventure action movie I made here.
P.S. From Mango Momma
Dexter is a very stoic little chap and to see him too sore even to crawl onto his couch was quite alarming. He injured himself on Monday and by Wednesday he was getting worse, not better (even with restricted exercise). Given that he has already had Lyme (which you only control, but never get rid of) the vet was concerned about that as well as his little labraknees and put him on Doxycycline while we waited for the blood tests to come back. The blood work was fine, but since the Doxy has anti-inflammatory benefits as well, he is staying on that while I play phone tag with the vet to plan next steps.
He is feeling well enough now to be quite frustrated at his enforced idleness. Thank goodness for swim club. Not to mention that it is actually a net savings since a trip to swim club costs less than the combined cost of daycare and agility (which he is skipping for a few weeks).
He also has access to the pool next door (except at times like now when the granddogs are in residence - hopefully they will go to their beach house so Dex can sneak into their pool now and then).
But he remains on the DL at least until June 24th. I am not so heartless as to lock Dex up inside to watch through the window while I play tennis ball with Mango, but he is relegated to the role of reluctant spectator while I take Mango out for his training fun times.