The Shmupdate
I had a scary moment on Saturday. I was cuddling my mummy on the futon when all of a sudden, I yelped in pain several times. My knee hurt... a lot. Then I was limping. Even when I danced for my kibble, I was limping and spinning in circles. (But I still danced. The power of kibble.)
The mummies were concerned that maybe I hurt myself. I have a congenital thingie called luxating patella, which means my kneecap doesn't know where to go. It's probably from bad breeding by a puppy mill or wherever I came from before being rescued by mummy!
Anyway, I got carried around all night Saturday--my mummies didn't want me to hurt myself--but by Sunday I was all better. The last time my knee went all funky I had to spend all day sitting in a bag to keep me off it. No fun for a free-wheelin' shmup like me. I like my freedom.
The mummies were concerned that maybe I hurt myself. I have a congenital thingie called luxating patella, which means my kneecap doesn't know where to go. It's probably from bad breeding by a puppy mill or wherever I came from before being rescued by mummy!
Anyway, I got carried around all night Saturday--my mummies didn't want me to hurt myself--but by Sunday I was all better. The last time my knee went all funky I had to spend all day sitting in a bag to keep me off it. No fun for a free-wheelin' shmup like me. I like my freedom.