Molly was found by my brother in a random warehouse in Texas where he was working. I guess someone didn't have room for a dog, so she's been here for the past eight-to-nine years.
A common day for her is to wake up....follow me upstairs...sleep some more...wake up..stare at me till I take her out...play on the trail...sleep on the floor...be asked to eat...resist and sleep some more...finally eat...stare at me till I take her out again...play outside...go back to bed...follow me downstairs when I go to bed...sleep some more...
That's her pattern. She doesn't deviate much from it. A real creature of habit (as we all are)!
A few days ago she did in-fact stray from her pattern. No energy. Sitting and staring at the wall. No appetite..and the capper..not wanting to play ball (and she LOVES to play ball)!
I give her a day (as most vets recommend) and see what happens.
Same thing. Stiff as stone and really favoring her ribs.
So, we finally get her to the vet (after five minutes of convincing her to enter the front door). Just like that, she starts eating soup, wagging her tail, catching dog treats in her mouth like she was pretending to get out of going to school! She was diagnosed with a sore side and given no medication. Crisis averted! Maybe the sight of the local veterinary hospital scared her straight, but it's good to have her back.
More on her (and everyone else) soon!
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