"Hey Big Boy! Whatchya doin' with that crackery thing on your noggin?"
The criminal not only photobombs the cracker but as usual, tries to intrude upon his morning meditations.
"Hey Juicy. I'm just chill-axin my chakras. Why you gotta go get up in my zens?"
Poor Loki is on the down low. It seems for a while now, his back knee is giving him some trouble. The dogtor ordered 2 weeks of strict rest and Traumeel for inflammation three times daily. Naturally I didn't really listen because how can i possibly deny a cracker no walkies? I gave him 2 days of rest and of course it didn't work. So now it's time for tough love. We made it through the first week of no walkies. His knee is better but still a bit stiff at night and he still favors it at night. After this next week of rest, I have him set up to meet with Juno's Physical
Torturer, Therapist. We think it's a strain or partial cruciate ligament tear which can be helped with PT. So hopefully that's all it will need because I cannot see putting the cracker through surgery and then 6-8 weeks of crate restricted rest. Golly, that would be hell on earth for all of us.
"Juicy, you cannot tempt me. I can ignore the power of your floof and stick to my zen meditations."
"Oh Big Boy, there is no power in the world greater than the will of a Siberian husky. Now take that crazy thing off your head and come play with me!"
"As you wish, Princepessa."
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