I was so caught up in playing fetch with Zoe that I didn't really pay attention to the throbbing pain my front paws yesterday.
We were up at the lake house celebrating the Fourth of July and boy did I get a work out! We ran up the dock, into the lake, down the dock, up the peninsula, doooown the peninsula- needless to say, I was whipped when the sun went down.
Sometime before dinner I started walking with a "gansta lean" as mom called it. She and dad did a once over and realized it was something to do with my feet, but didn't really know what else to do but put me in my house for the evening...so they did.
This morning I wake mom up to go potty and as soon as she clamped the leash on to my collar, I had horrible-terrible-no-good-very-bad-pains in both my front paws! I couldn't walk!
Mom picked me up and examined my paws, and that's when she saw it. I tore up both of my paw pads from too much play yesterday. (Actually, one of the pads was kinda dangling- it was super gross!)
So we bandaged up my paws...and I laid on the couch. All day. Did. Not. Move. (except to drink some water). Yeah, I was in a lot of pain.
Too bad my doctor isn't in today 'cause I'm pretty sure mom would have driven me there asap...but, hopefully tomorrow they'll be in and I can get 'em looked at. 'Til then, I just get to lay around and look really sad and pitiful...