It seems he was playing with K over the weekend and jumped off the couch wrong, spraining his "knee". Now he has a hitch in his giddyup. The vet says it's a floating patella (kneecap) a common problem with small dogs. For a week we have to carry him up and down the stairs.
But before that K found it hard to find a dog food that he liked. He would eat one kind for a few days, then tire of it and refuse to eat it anymore. Dry food, wet food, a mix of the two....she never found the right one UNTIL she gave him a tiny piece of real chicken we were eating. Boy Howdy!!
Now we have to buy a rotisserie chicken weekly in order to have a bit handy for him every day to mix with his dry food. And frankly, I like it too, so I'm not exactly crying in my beer. (The chicken, not the dry dog food.) Saturday, however, we bought some smoked turkey instead as they were out of cluck.
Last night His Highness The Lukester turned up his nose at that one, too. At 6 pm I had to go out and battle the commuters on their way home who also stopped at Market Street for their chicken dinner. I had to race to beat a little old lady to the last one, but I got it! Actually she was debating between two, one mildly seasoned (that Luke prefers) and one lemon "something". When she put the mild one down for a nano-second I lunged for it!
In the end Luke approved, and allowed me to remain in his presence for the remainder of the evening.
Oh lucky me. ;)