The bad news is that Cricket got hurt.
The good news is that I am learning to use a graphics tablet and can tell you about it via crude illustrations.
Our dog Cricket loves going to the grocery store. She doesn't get to go inside the building, but she bravely fortifies herself against this hardship by licking her genitals and smelling the rotisserie chickens while we shop.
"MOM" She said "WAIT FOR THE CRICKET."
I looked back and saw something like this:
Cricket was hobbling along on three legs. She couldn't make it all the way home, so I had to go back and get her in the car.
For the rest of the day, she milked her injury for all it was worth. Here is an approximation of her behavior as I chopped food for dinner:
(not that you care....)
And when we fed the baby dinner, Cricket was VERY BAD INDEED.
From Cricket's perspective, here is what her interaction with the baby looked like:
From my perspective, her interaction with the baby looked more like this:
Another unfortunate side effect to her injury was that-- what with her newfound immobility and all-- Cricket finally got a chance to catch up on some deep cleaning she's been meaning to get done. And yes, by "deep cleaning" I mean "HER RECTUM," which now sparkles like a teenage vampire.
Once this task was completed, Cricket became suddenly affectionate.
THE CRICKET WANTS TO SNUGGLE. She said approaching my sister, Tori. KISSIE KISS FOR MY FAVORITE AUNT TORI!
"EVERYONE JUST SAW YOU LICK YOUR ASSHOLE CRICKET!" Tori yelled, recoiling.
Don't ask me how--- but somehow we survived the night without throttling The Cricket. The next day we took her to the vet and were shocked to discover that she actually is pretty hurt. She tore her cruciate ligament (doggy ACL,) and may have to have surgery. In the meantime, she's supposed to stay off her leg and take it easy for 3-4 weeks. She's been killing the time by eating a lot of green beans and licking her asshole (not that you care...).