Nemo is scratching his paw on the door –again– because he wants back outside. Yahoo!
Nemo has followed me 10 feet to the bathroom, that's not big enough for both of us, and insists on staying. Yippee!
Why, you may be asking, would anyone (let alone a dog trainer!) be excited about a dog's bad habits?
Nemo came up lame over the weekend. He plays hard, so an occasional limp isn't cause for concern. But this limp went on for three days. And got worse.
The vet was stumped. He happened to mention the most horrible word: cancer. All of a sudden, I missed everything that Nemo did. The silliness, the annoying things. Everything Nemo.
Long story short, there's no cancer. Nemo's limp is probably due to soft-tissue damage (tendon, ligament, body parts like that). Rimadyl for a week was the prescription.
After just two tablets, Nemo's acting more normal. He's not putting his paws on the counter, but he's at least thinking about it. I'm hoping that by tomorrow, he'll be squeezing into the bathroom with me.
And, what was that I just heard? Interrupting my computer time? Why, it's that glorious paw against the door, telling me that Nemo's requesting his butler (that would be me) to come and let him enjoy the outdoors.
I'm coming, Nemo, I'm coming!