When I was in high school, I had this middle school kid ask me – every time I saw him – why I was limping. I told him I didn’t realize I was, to which he responded: “Limps are for pimps.”
The reason I tell you this story is because Sammie has a bit of a limp, and since she can’t talk, we don’t know why. She doesn’t like her paws to be touched or messed with, so examining it was a brutal but necessary evil last night, and I think she’s come to forgive us for it. It’s her front right paw, and while it looks red between her pads, it doesn’t seem to have anything stuck in it, nor does it appear to have a cut. That’s led us to believe it’s from her chewing on it all the time (would you agree?). Now, every time we catch her gnawing on that paw, we tell her to quit – and she listens pretty well, surprisingly. Do you have tips on how to make her quit chewing on those paws of hers? Should I take her to the vet? I’d hate for her to keep at it, make it worse, and then in a romp around outside get it infected…
The rest of the weekend was quiet – really quiet! Aaron was gone for opening season of deer hunting, leaving me alone with the critters. While I was super bummed to have Aaron gone for the whole weekend, it ended up being pretty great! Saturday was Sammie’s day, and even though I went shopping with some family that afternoon, the morning and evening were dedicated to cuddling and playing. It was really nice having some time for us to bond even closer!
Everyone in the house honored Sunday as a day of rest. Sammie got me up at 6:45am to take her out to potty and then again at 9am (I think just to check on me). While I couldn’t go back to sleep at that point, Sammie did and was snoring in bed next to me for another two hours! Frou thought that the perfect opportunity to come and snuggle with both me AND Sammie (see top pic above).
Aaron got home a little after noon, and we were all happy to have him home, the cats especially:
The rest of the day was spent catching up (he didn’t get a deer – I guess we’re both going next weekend, though!), napping, watching football, and staying WARM. That’s especially hard to do right now: the temperature continues to drop and the wind is absolutely brutal. When I came home for lunch, Aaron said Sammie didn’t even want to go out…
That’s a bit of our weekend! And remember to let me know what you think about Sammie’s paw.