The Perils of Honey Bunny

I returned from California on Wednesday, September 7 at night, and Honey met me at the door and was so happy to see me she almost jumped out of her skin. However, she would not get on her hind legs to greet me, which she always has done.

I took her to the veterinary doctor on Thursday, who said Honey was having trouble with her hind legs . . . and it might be either a pulled muscle or the beginning of arthritis. She's 9 years old, and she's getting on in years. The doctor gave her some meds, and we proceeded to get home.

My car had broken down, and in order to get to the vet (a whole couple of miles away), I had to walk with Honey, in the Texas summer heat, to the vet and back. By the time we were halfway back, my poor doggie started limping.

It took us three times as long to get home, because we took constant breaks so that Honey could continue walking . . . and I ended up carrying her during the last quarter mile.

I left for my vacation to Walt Disney World on Saturday, and I had to drop off Honey at my friend Heather's home on Friday night. I felt like a complete heel for leaving my sick doggie and going on vacation. However, I didn't feel too bad because I knew that Heather, as a certified dog lover, would care for her in style (which she did).

Honey and I got reunited on Friday, September 19. She was jumping and getting on her hind legs to greet me! She has not left my side since I returned from my vacation.

To say the least, everything is fine in her little world. I might have been gone for long, she might have spent a whole week with someone else, and she might have been sick, but now that I am home, all is forgiven and everything is fine.

Doggie perspective . . . it's a good thing.