Oops, Flat Grace

"I squished her, and now she's not acting right."

That's the response I gave last night when the emergency vet nurse asked why we brought Grace in.

She was sitting on my lap when I leaned over to get something off the floor. She cried this little whimpery cry, not like her very loud "Ow, Ow, Quit pulling my hair!" cry. When she walked her little back looked like the London Bridge.

It was a little embarrassing though, when the doctor asked what else indicated to us that she was in pain, I had to answer that she didn't jump on us obnoxiously when we got home, she didn't beg for food during dinner and she didn't bark at the dog commercial on TV.

Our little Grace was behaving like a well trained dog and something was obviously wrong.

The doctor poked her, wiggled her legs around, squeezed her and listened to her tummy, heart and lungs. He then pronounced her sore but not injured and suggested I not squish her anymore. A shot of aspirin and $120 later she is almost back to normal.

I just have to remember that my tummy pokes out much more than normal. It's a puppy hazard.