The most horrible thing happened last week. I was out for my morning walk with the Lady and Lee and as we turned back to our private road, I stepped on a pine cone and rolled my ankle.
Now while I did convince my peeps I didn't need the vet, things have not been peachy. I have to rest. No long walks. No ball. No beach. And the worst part . . .
they ice it.
I don't seem to be in too much pain and I am limping less.
Hopefully life will get back to normal soon.
The saddest Phod ever