So Gouda has been limping around since he came home from Pupsi. I’m sure it’s a sprain or a stretch or something that will heal itself. I checked him out (because I’m so completely (un)qualified to do so) and he didn’t mind me squeezing around his “bad” leg so whatever it is, I’m sure he’ll get over it.
Anyways, he was also extra clingy yesterday which meant he followed me and Nate where ever we went. After about my 5th trip up the stairs in a short period of time I felt bad for him (but not bad enough to stop calling him Gimp and Hop-a-long) so I picked him up and carried him up. It was going pretty well until I knocked his head into the door frame going into the bedroom. Oops.
A few hours later I tried to carry him again and he was just not having it. Apparently “stairs with a bum leg” vs. “Mom’s inadequate carrying skills” is no contest. Go figure.