So, you are really gonna get a good laugh about this story. Last week Digby was finally feeling better and had lots of energy so we went to the back yard to play some fetch. He brought his favorite Orka toy. It's a heavy rubber toy that resembles a jack and it bounces all over the place. My big boy loves chasing his Orka and bringing it back and leaving it at my feet to go again. Usually he just sets it on the ground but this day he was especially energetic and he was throwing it back to me (I'm sure you know where this is going but I'll spell it out anyway)
I was checking out my roses when he came bounding back and dropped the toy on my right foot. It hurt initially but I didn't realize anything was really wrong until several hours later I noticed a large goose-egg on the top of my foot. I iced it and didn't think anything of it because it still didn't hurt too badly. Well it's been a week and it still looks like this:
(desperately in need of a pedicure)
I suspect it may be broken. The irony is that since the veterinary hospital has all my money my injury will need to heal on it's own. I'm sure there's a moral to this story, I'd love to hear your theories...and feel free to use my festive foot as color inspiration :)
"For God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases Him"