AJ has been kind of semi retired for the past few months. He spends time at my friend's house for a few weeks and then comes out on the road with me for a bit. This past weekend, we stayed at her house.
Friday, we had arranged a girls' day with another of our friends and so, AJ went into his crate while we were out. When we returned, I let a yelping, limping dog out of his confinement. His crying was alarming to me, so I checked him over carefully for injuries. He appeared to be okay, so decided maybe his arthritis was bothering him. He limped around all evening and whimpered occasionally, so my friend and I discussed it and decided he would stay with her at least for this week.
The following morning, his crying and limping was even more alarming. My friend made a same day urgent care appointment with his vet and I drove off, very worried about my boy. She reported later that he continued to limp and whine until she loaded him into her car for his visit with the doctor.
Upon arrival at the vet's office, he was miraculously and instantly cured. It was like he had been touched by Jesus Himself. He tugged eagerly at the lead, happy to be at the vet's office and gleefully prancing around. Well, not to take chances, he was taken in to be seen anyway.
The dog was in perfect health, down to his obligatory 25 pounds, in beautiful condition and wonderful mood. He even willingly allowed a nail trim, offering up each foot in its turn. Little stinker never did that for me. My friend was given a small supply of doggie pain pills in case his arthritis flared up.
The behavior was explained to the staff and the $90 nail trim paid for. As my friend led AJ to the door, she asked the vet, "Will these pills help with his broken neck, too?"