A while ago, I lived in a house with back steps that were not built in accord with safety regulations. My then dog (goddamn was she the best, smelliest dog ever) fell off the side and hurt her leg. It was late at night, so we took her to an emergency vet, where they did see and help her; but while we were in the waiting room, we saw a sign saying “lame dogs will be seen last.” I still don’t understand how they determined which dogs were cool.
Anyway, years later, I fell off the front porch, which also wasn’t up to spec. I broke my ankle and it healed improperly. Guess I’m the lame one now.
A while ago, I lived in a house with back steps that were not built in accord with safety regulations. My then dog (goddamn was she the best, smelliest dog ever) fell off the side and hurt her leg. It was late at night, so we took her to an emergency vet, where they did see and help her; but while we were in the waiting room, we saw a sign saying “lame dogs will be seen last.” I still don’t understand how they determined which dogs were cool.
Anyway, years later, I fell off the front porch, which also wasn’t up to spec. I broke my ankle and it healed improperly. Guess I’m the lame one now.
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Sorry about you & your doggie. Dude it healed wrong?! That SUCKS! Why would it do that, dumb ankle. How bad is it? You coping OK?
**[1] this is where “LOL” was gonna go since the cool dog story was funny but needed to move the latter feelings first