Domestic Geek

My poor old big dog, Ursa. I think she either twisted or sprained her leg. She was fine when I got home yesterday about 4:30 and she was still fine when I went bed. By the time Marcus got home after 7, she couldn't walk on it and you could tell she was really in pain. She's almost 12 years old and she has a touch of arthritis. Sometimes she just falls while she's walking along for no reason. I feel so bad for her, sometimes. When I let her outside at 2 this morning, she got down the stairs just fine but then couldn't get back up them to get into the house. I ended up having to carry her. That's when I knew she was really having trouble because normally she hates to be picked up. I think it just doesn't happen enough for her to be used to it as she weighs over 100 lbs. She seemed almost relieved that I carried her. My poor baby. To make matters worse, our other dog, Skippy, is a total dork and he's always dancing all around. He keeps knocking her over. *sigh*