Monday, man. Monday was a rough one. I’m not allowed to panic (anymore) yet until we take a blood test and get results, but all signs are pointing to bad news for Noah. Only I could turn an innocuous voicemail from the vet about reasons he doesn’t walk straight into a full-fledged, laying on the floor in tears, come-apart, and I… well, I did with with a flourish.
In short, Noah might have a fatal disease in which his a$$-end is going to quit working. Sure, the important things like elimination systems would fail sooner or later, but first, literally his butt muscles would atrophy. It’s genetic in Corgis. I think it’s because they are a rudderless vessel their whole lives since they barely have a tail. The hip muscles have had to work too hard to keep the ship on a straight path, so of course they are going to go out first. [Read more…]