Yesterday I jumped off the hoomans bed and yelped loudly waking mummy up. Turned out I'd landed badly and was limping all day, this morning it's not so bad and I can weight bear.
As a result I'm on three days rest, no walks, no galloping about like a pup and worst of all no rough house games with daddy.
My brain is fit to explode with boredom.
Hopefully it's just a little strain, cos if I'm still limping Friday I have to go and see that Nasty Vet Person, that's a place I definitely don't want to go too, especially after last time.
So it's paws crossed and I'll try my hardest to be good and rest, but it's so hard when all I want to do is run about and play all the time.