Really? I mean, really?!

Before we brought Kilo home I went through the house making sure things were safe for the new puppy. I made sure to cover the hardwood floor with rugs, I meticulously picked up all small or dangerous objects and went over the puppy rules with everyone in the family. Now I feel like the mother who dutifully padded all sharp cabinet corners and covered every electrical outlet only to have her child run into the glass door and knock himself out.
This week Kilo hurt himself by running. Running on what would for most dogs, be obviously safe, natural grass. Not for Kilo. Oh no. That normal, everyday grass reared up and dealt our lovable puppy a hard blow. Tuesday night Kilo started limping after running gleefully across a field of waving grass and prairie flowers. Let this be a warning to all of you. Peaceful scenes of people and animals running through fields are dangerous misinterpretations of reality. Kilo and I now know this. After two days of worry and another vet bill. Yes, we went to the vet again. Kilo is such a wuss that he refused to bear any weight on his front right paw and finally convinced me he was injured enough to warrant another veterinary experience. The vet says he most likely pulled a muscle. Running. On a non-slippery surface. I'm going to make Kilo go to work and pay for his own vet bills. I figure it'll make him less of a wuss.

Kilo was very badly behaved at the vets office. For one thing, he's a wuss, for another, he hates being restrained and he really hates being messed with by strangers. Today we hit all three, at the same time. He was quite unhappy. I now have another undesired behavior to overcome. Luckily the vet was very nice about his fussiness, but mother and I were less than thrilled. Something else to work on. Oh yes, and Kilo is under strict orders to have limited exercise until he is back to normal . . . Please pray for us.