Sunday, January 5, 2020
A Limping Dog
I had trouble getting Olga to go for a walk yesterday, even though the skies were clear and there wasn't a hint of rain. She's been limping a bit the last few days; one of her back legs appears to bother her. We suspect it's arthritis, but she also may have hurt it on one of her outings with her walker.
It makes me sad. I feel like it's a vision of her future -- or maybe the future has arrived, God forbid. All our long walks on the Heath, the Kong-chasing, the squirrel hunting, the daily outings that have formed a foundation for our lives here, suddenly seem very tenuous and fleeting. She's always been such an energetic dog and it's hard to see that energy and enthusiasm decline, as I know it must.
Then again, I shouldn't make more of this than it is. She may just have a temporary injury. We gave her half a paracetamol (acetaminophen), as recommended by our vet, and that seemed to help. I was then able to walk her a short distance later in the morning. Only time will tell if she feels better long-term.
I probably should cut down on the Kong-throwing. When she chases the Kong she tends to wipe out and that probably puts a lot of stress on her limbs. She can still carry it around if she wants to.
Otherwise, yesterday was pretty quiet. We met our pal Colin in the evening for a drink at the Black Lion, and ordered some sushi for dinner. I've started reading Tina Brown's diaries from her years as editor of Vanity Fair -- it's a book I bought years ago from John the bookseller and never got around to reading. It's a huge tome and maybe more than I need to know about being a magazine editor in New York in the 1980s, but then again, the blogger/journalist in me is always interested in other people's diaries. So we'll see how it goes.
(Photo: Elizabeth Street in Belgravia, claiming to be "the prettiest street in London.")