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Poor pooch
We have a very pathetic pooch. She's even more off her food today than she was yesterday (when she at least finished her breakfast after her (short) walk, but today she didn't even manage that, after an even shorter walk. When we got to the stile on the way home, she put her front paws on the step and looked pathetically at me until I went back over and walked her down to the hole in the fence instead. She spent the whole walk acting as though she'd already done five miles, plodding along behind me. She's looking very stiff and achy, too, especially when she's been lying down. I did put some metacam in her breakfast, but I don't think she ate that bit (in retrospect, I should have given it to her separately).
Before Christmas, when we were at Mike's brother's, I was holding her to stop her going to say hello to the terrified cat (they were trying to coax it in through the back door, through the dining room where we were and into the rest of the house) and I found a little lump on her leg. But then she moved and I couldn't find it again, which was annoying. I found it again today, though, when were were having a snuggle, and got Mike to bring me scissors so that I could trim the hair away and make it findable. It's probably nothing, but still a little worrying.
That makes two slightly worrying things, so we're off to the vet this evening. Liam, apparently: don't think we've had him before. Sadly, Jo's favourite vet only works weekends now that his partner's had a baby.
Before Christmas, when we were at Mike's brother's, I was holding her to stop her going to say hello to the terrified cat (they were trying to coax it in through the back door, through the dining room where we were and into the rest of the house) and I found a little lump on her leg. But then she moved and I couldn't find it again, which was annoying. I found it again today, though, when were were having a snuggle, and got Mike to bring me scissors so that I could trim the hair away and make it findable. It's probably nothing, but still a little worrying.
That makes two slightly worrying things, so we're off to the vet this evening. Liam, apparently: don't think we've had him before. Sadly, Jo's favourite vet only works weekends now that his partner's had a baby.