Aside from my brief flirtation with skin issues and a wee heart murmur I lived a healthy life. For the 2023 Oscars I was watching them in a room I do not ordinarily watch television in with Mistress Fotini. After the red-carpet fashion nonsense I fell asleep on the sofa. I mean why no Westies on the red carpet! Then Master Robert entered the room and, in a rush, to give him a greeting I took an enormously high leap off a sofa I was not used to and hit the ground hard. West Highland Terrier down! A sharp pain and shock. I limped around shivering and in pain and Master Robert picked me up and rocked me back and forth to calm me down. Man, he has experience with sweet talking dogs so much so the pain numbed.
The next day I had a stiff leg that was difficult to walk on. Damaged tendon. Time to heal weeks. No long walks. Take it easy. I began to realize I was no longer a pup but an ageing 13-year-old West Highland Terrier. 4 months later I was back to “normal”.
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