Happy Birthday Borias!
Well, it’s official. Nine years old. Yesterday, I took Borias to Coronado beach, then headed to Pacific Beach for some fun. Armed with camera for lots of pics. Borias had a blast running with me on the boardwalk, and I got him to run on the beach a couple times.
Then after taking a pic of him on a 3 foot sea wall, he jumped off it, instead of coming down the steps. I worried, but he seemed ok…for awhile. Then he ran on the beach after a bird, and came limping back. Uh oh. So we went to a restaurant to eat, so I could let him rest for awhile.
He got to have some prime rib bits, which he scarfed happily.
When we got up, he yelped. He was having a very hard time walking, and I got pretty freaked out. He hobbled out of there, where I ended up face down hitting a crack in the ramp to the restaurant. Lovely. The car was a good few blocks in length away, too. Poor baby was limping really badly now, and we took it really slow.
When we got home, he lay right down on his bed, and didn’t move. I fed him his dinner there, and gave him his cake I bought. Then gave him a good massage, which he enjoyed. After helping him potty (yeah, it was that bad), and to his bed in my room, he stayed there the whole night.
But in the morning, I awoke to find him laying on my bed with me. Which was really amazing.
He was walking around just fine when we got up! Whew! I was going to have him stay inside all day, but when I went down to meet someone to sell a camera bag, I decided to try and take him with, since it was just a few blocks. Darn dog was leaping at birds, and rearing to go! Sheesh!
Weird. But hey, I’m not complaining! Just grateful he’s OK!
Guess it’s like me. Age gives you some bad aches and pains, which come and go quickly. Goes with the territory. But I’ll make sure he doesn’t take any leaps off of 3 foot walls any time soon.
