Poor Sasha. Two nights ago she started limping when I took the girls for a walk. By the time we came home, she had shaken it off and resumed being her normal puggy self. Yesterday morning, tho, Dave went downstairs and was greeted by -- Gimpy Sasha, holding her right front paw in the air, hobbling around on 3 legs! alarm! alarm!
I took her to the vet after work, which was traumatic. Sasha associates bad memories with the place. She started wildly shaking as soon as I walked in the door, and because I was holding her in my arms, it looked like I was having seizures. Poor scared pug. Poor misrepresented mommy. The vet took some Xrays and referred me to an orthopedic vet, because she thought there may be a fracture of her little pug arm. Fracture??!! poor unlucky pug.