(Sunny's taking a week off from writing a piece for the blog, so instead I offer a good rerun. This column of hers was first published March 15, 2010.)
By Sunny Fry
There was a dog limping down the side of my road Friday, so skinny I could see her skeleton from my car, and limping so badly she nearly stumbled in front of another vehicle. I couldn’t stop because of traffic, but went home and grabbed Number 2 Son and a can of dog food. When we pulled up and whistled to her, she turned to look and gave a cautious, gentle wag of her tail.
The food was a big hit, and the smell from the empty can lured her into the back seat, though her poor paw was so sore she whined, tucked it under her, and just lay down on some rocks before she climbed in. Then a bath and another can of food and bowl of dry kibble. She found a safe-feeling cubbyhole at the foot of our stairs and slept the rest of Friday, rising only once for a nature call, and then spent Saturday, too, rising only to eat and process all that food and water. This morning she got up, and miraculously the soreness which made me fear she’d been hit by a car, and made her walk like Gollum with her right front paw splayed wildly to the side and hips all disjointed and weird, was gone.
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