Never in my life did I think I’d have a dog that may be handicapped, that may need a wheelchair. Never thought that would happen in my life even after seeing the story of another little dog with one.

Some how, Johnny messed up his spinal cord or it was messed up from the fight he got into with a pit bull before coming to live with Ricky. I don’t know if this is the first time he’s ever seen vet but I have a feeling it might be but I’m not sure.

He’s at the vet right now, where he’ll remain for 3 to 5 days on an i.v drip, there’s no guarantee that it will work for him but to us that sounded like the best option, to give him the best medicine possible up front. NOW I wish I would have seen his legs sooner, I had no idea until Saturday night.

I don’t know when the injury happened nor really of how but all I know is that it breaks my heart that my little buddy might not be able to walk normally again.

The weight’s slowly but surely coming off. (YAY!) I can’t wait till this time next year but in other news, Johnny’s going to the vet today to see what’s wrong with his back legs. Does this mean I have to get a job again? Maybe so, maybe not. It’s not that I don’t want one, I just don’t want to go back to Wal-Mart but if I have to, then so be it.

Johnny gets around pretty good with his two front feet but he’s definitely spending more time just sitting still or laying down but still giving his back legs bad looks. I bet the poor guy’s confused as hell and pissed off too boot because he doesn’t know why the hell he can’t use his legs now. This was all so sudden and I’m really hoping, it’s temporary.

As soon as R gets back here with his mom, they’re taking him to the vet and so, they need to quit f***ing around and get here. The dog is more important right now than anything either one of them can conjure up.

Crosses Fingers.