bruno might be a little bit of a faker

today was half day of AVID training to wrap it all up, and it went really well. i hurried home (and by hurry, i mean i took the dart one last time and went as fast as that goes), to see how bruno was doing-he has not been himself; i thought he hurt his leg, because he had been favoring one side, limping a little and acting really strange. he's usually my shadow, but the last couple of days, he has been somewhat lethargic-almost melancholy. and today when i came home, he wasn't waiting for me, he was in the room laying on the ice pack i left for him this morning.

so i played with chaco for a few minutes and then took bruno in to the vet. so. we get into the little room and he's climbing all over me trying to get in the baby position (like burping a baby over your shoulder). when the lady came in i tried to explain how he was limping and favoring 3 legs over the one...and i set him down and walked from one side od the room to the other and he followed me back and forth without limping or anything. bruno may have been playing me!
the vet said she could tell he has luxating patella-bad knees. like owner, like dog (doesn't sound as convincing as like father, like son..oh well). anyhoo, she wanted to run blood tests again because i mentioned that he wasn't eating real well either. (she really likes blood tests, bruno asked if she was part vampire).

he asked me to hurry and take the picture because the white-coat lady might come back and the examination table was cold on his booty (he heard that term on miss congeniality-he loves that movie...sandra bullock fan)

and then she came back and pulled out the manipulatives for those of us who are visual/kinesthetic learners.

$100-some dollars later, the vet tells me that bruno's test didn't show much except that he was really dehydrated (which, in case you're curious, has absolutely nothing to do with his leg). so she gave me some medicine-stuff (gave means i paid for it). great. now i have two weeks of force feeding and trickery to get him to take his meds.

and once we got home, as soon as chaco heard the key in the door he was screaming bloody murder. he was not happy about me leaving him while we went to his favorite store. i even tried to hide the bag so that he wouldn't see, but he just knew. and not too long after that i came back into the room and:

guess who played in his water and then walked all over my spot on the sofa...and then pretended like nothing had happened, not realizing that his feet were still all wet.

chaco is the kid that eats the oreo cookies when he's not supposed to and has crumbs on his face, yet wide eyed insists that he didn't have any. but at least that doesn't cost me any money.

have a great weekend!
julie