Poor Baby

I know I said no more posts until we got back, but can I get a quick "awww, poor Millie"? We were playing frisbee yesterday and she started limping; I thought she had a sticker in her foot but couldn't find anything and she wouldn't really let me look at it. She wasn't yelping or anything, just not putting full weight on it. I figured it was just a temporary thing, but then she still wasn't really walking on it this morning so I took her to the vet since we're leaving tomorrow. It was great they worked her in because this is

how she looks now:

That's right, she has a broken toe. A TOE! Can you believe it? Me neither. And I guess the dr. who put on the cast has a sense of humor since they stuck a big St. Patrick's day clover on it (notice it's not the lucky 4-leaf variety) because she will be in a cast for 6 weeks. Lovely.

So now I have to run all this by our friend who was going to watch her. I mean, she already has a dog, a kid and a TDY husband so this favor of watching our Millie has become significantly more high maintenance. If I were her, I'd run for the hills. Just don't expect Millie to chase you because she's not moving too fast.

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And a quick note to the tech at the vet's office: YOUR HAIR IS TOO LONG! When you can tie your hair in a loose knot and still have it grazing your calves, it's time to hack that stuff off and donate it to locks of love. 'Cause you could make about 4 wigs the way I see it.