(Before reading this story, make sure you have read my post from July 8th: And the Oscar Goes To….)
It was 2 years ago, July 1st.
Khia and I were playing with a friend’s kids and the little boy screamed while I was chasing him. Khia, being the protector of kids that she was, thought I hurt him and came barreling into me. I rolled and rolled and rolled like a little black and white tumbleweed.
****ohhhhhhh the painnnnnnnnnnnn****
I stood up and….
My kneecap was on the side of my leg!
A quick trip to the vet and my kneecap was back where it belonged. I was still limping though from the inflammation. The doctor gave me pain medicine to take at home.
For the following weeks, when I would stand up, my leg would be bent and I would extend it all the way backward (think dancer leg extensions). Sometimes that little stretch would really help.
I noticed when I was hurt that I was getting so much extra loving and I was hardly getting in trouble. Well, sooner than later, I was all healed BUT I didn’t quite let Mom and Dad know that.
See, if I did something “bad”, as soon as I got caught, I would lift my “bad” leg and start that stretching. I’d even start limping again. Look – it’s even part of my chart at the vet!
Oh well, I still continued to do it for a little while longer. Mom couldn’t resist how cute it was.