Harry knocked off 5 years from my lifespan, this morning. He's no longer a young dog (nearly 10 in human years), so when he woke up unable to use his front paws to walk, bellowing his head off and refusing to eat (that's to say doing a full drama queen routine), I knew something bad must be happening.
Off to the very concerned vet we went. The vet decided to keep him a couple of days to do some tests.
Thankfully, Harry's already home again. The vet says Harry's a very healthy pooch but we think the crazy coot might have tried to climb the apple tree yesterday afternoon to get the rest of the crop for supper. Harry probably jarred his spine coming down again.
I always thought it was old men and ladders we had to watch out for, not old male dawgs and trees!
