If you’ve been around here very long at all, or you follow me on Instagram or Twitter, you know that I have (among other pets) a little old terrier named Indy. Last Wednesday, after I played ball in the back yard for a few minutes then ran to the grocery store, I came home to find Indy limping around the house and holding his left foot up (sympathy pains for Momma and her bad left foot?) I decided I’d give it a day before I took him to the vet, but, by Friday, it wasn’t any better. So, we went to see Dr. Speth at Germantown Animal Hospital.

One X-Ray later…

(note the “two piece” bone in the left foot)

Dr. Speth took him to the back again, and, when he came back, he’d splinted Indy’s little foot, and Indy was quite upset about it.

Once we were back home, Indy was pretty stressed. I gave him his anti-inflammatory medicine and sat with him on the couch until he passed out

Fortunately, dogs have their own great way of adapting to physical hardship. Over the next couple of days, Indy started figuring out how to negotiate all of his usual activities with his little peg leg. He started clopping around the house enough that we put part of an old inner tube around the end of his splint because he was wearing through the outer wrap part.  Now he actually acts like he feels better than normal- I’m thinking because he’s on a regimen of Rimadyl, which may be making any of his other “old dog” aches & pains go away. Good thing, too, because he’s gotta wear it for another week and a half!