Gimpy

Somehow we ended up with a really sweet, beautiful, mellow, decently smart, ACCIDENT-PRONE dog. 

In her short three years of life, Molly has eaten rat poison, broken her tail, had emergency stomach surgery, and wounded her paw.  For a free mutt, she's been rather expensive. 

This morning something happened between her paw and the door causing her to limp around all day on three legs.  I knew it was bad when she wouldn't eat her breakfast right away and finally decided to eat lying down.  Although I really have no idea what I'm doing, I decided nothing was broken after a thorough check on her leg.  So no vet this time, we hope.  She was fetching again by this afternoon, seemingly forgetting that she was supposed to be limping as long as the ball had yet to be found. 

I've been calling her "Gimpy" all day because she's gotten quite good at the three-legged hobble.  Clare thinks it's hilarious.