The other day I had to go down to the village.
If I am bringing Penny I always put on her harness. She can easily slip out of her collar so a harness is necessary even though she can slip out of that too [I don’t know how -she’s just a bit of Houdini in her]. The sight of the harness always gets her tail wagging and she sits patiently while I put it on.
We trotted gaily out to the car, or should I say that Penny trotted gaily while I just walked? Anyways, we arrived at the car and I opened the back door for her to hop in. She stood and looked into the car but made no move to jump in. She gave me a sad look and backed up a bit. It was obvious that she wanted to go but just as obvious that she couldn’t. I lifted her up and placed her on the seat. It was the first time I have ever lifted her without her wriggling like mad. I began to worry.
Once I had parked, instead of jumping out of the car, Penny very gingerly and hesitantly stepped down. I noticed that her gait was different too – she was very slow and stiff legged. Shit! I didn’t like the look of it at all. And as we slowly made our way down the pavement she showed no interest in all the places where other dogs piss which was unheard of.
I decided to cut short on my itinerary and went to the coffee shop instead as Penny loves the place.
On the way back to the car she was even slower and we had to stop a few times as she just halted and wouldn’t budge without some gentle persuasion.
The problem persisted when we got home. She was slow and stiff legged as if walking was painful. Also she just lay on her couch and showed little interest in life. I was really worried at this stage but the vet was closed for the day so I had to wait until the following morning.
That night I put her out into the garden for her nigh time pee. She stood on the terrace for a while and suddenly saw one of her imaginary intruders. She has these fits most nights where she goes off on a random track barking at something she thinks she has seen. So she saw her imaginary foe and shot off like a Hellfire missile into the dark. Shortly after I saw her streak along the far hedge at flank speed. She eventually came back, happy as Larry and ready for bed.
The following morning she was fine. Not a bother on her. She was all wags and did her little dance in anticipation of her morning biscuit. Everything was back to normal. I went down to the village again to deal with all the things I has skipped the day before. She trotted happily and made friends with all her usual smelling places. and greeted everyone she met. she has been perfectly normal ever since.
Has she invented a form of 24 hour Arthritis?