Daisy's been growing and she's a joyful happy girl - a sweet puppy in the true sense of what a golden retriever can be and extraordinarily loving. Trudy likes petting but Daisy lives for it.
We were trotting along just fine...getting the potty training done and enjoying the relief from the constant heaviness of the past half decade and I guess the universe wasn't done after all. At about 3 months of age Daisy greeted my son-in-law at the door in the kitchen. The usual puppy excitements got the best of her as she slipped and skidded on the linoleum floor. We moved to rug and the "loving" commenced. It was later that day we noticed a pronounced limp when she went outside. I tried hard not to be "panicked" but with all that's happened my chest immediately tightened down while I waited for the other shoe to fall.
And fall it did.
The limp did not resolve itself after a day and so I took her to our local vet. They call her crazy Daisy because she's always so happy to see them and them her. When our vet began to move her leg around I heard the clicking but he asked to keep her for the afternoon so he could x-ray her and asked for permission to medicate her if he needed to. We left her in their able care. When we returned I could tell by the looks on their faces we were getting back on the roller coaster...and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn't breathe.
|This is an X-ray of what normal Canine hips look like. She how the ball of thigh bone is fully into the socket of the hip. Just perfect.|