Pebble went to the orthapedic dr. today. Turns out I was right, and it is not the mucle in her upper leg, but her hip. I know my dog! This dog has part of my heart, and I know her, like I know myself (if that makes sence?). So, Pebbles has hip dysplasia. Hip dysplasia isn't good either, but she doesn't need surgery.
My plan for her is to put her on an extra good food (even if it is pricey), and I want to take her swimming at the dog pool every once in a while. I also plan on after her 2wk rest period that the vet recommends, I will be walking her instead of letting her in the hilly yard. Having Pebble run up and down the steep hill can't be helping her hip. Pebbles means so much to me, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure she has a long life. I just can't imagine my life without her, I love my Pebbles. I even think my husband is jealous of Pebbles at times because of how much I love her lol. Brad nick named Pebbles "Precious Pebble" and he calls her that sarcastically. But, Pebbles really is precious, she is our one and only daughter!
And those who have judged me about how I love my dogs.. FUCK OFF! Dogs are better then most people out there in this world. When Buddy died and I was devastated I was judged. I was judged because of how hard I took it. My husband actually had to take off from work to help with the kids because I was inconsolable. And for the ones who said "you had to take off work for a dog" You can all kiss my ass! Seriously kiss it!
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