Today I got to go into one more funny smelling building with my foster mom. I was pretty nervous but met a very nice yellow lab who also had a back leg injury, on the other side. He was a nice fellow but liked his kibble a little too much if you know what I mean :)
Anyway, I met Dr. Berzon, a very nice gentleman who really took his time with us. He made me stand and then poked and proded my leg. He knew right away from looking at the x-rays that my bones were just not right and explained to my foster mom that the bulge seen is actually a little supportive bone that is just below the hock joint out of place. It was a twisting, as well as jarring injury he mostly sees in racing greyhouds.
He then talked about pins and surgery. I don't quite know what all that means, but I have another appointment on Wednesday to go back. I can't eat anything after midnight the night before and I will have to stay for a while. But, afterward he said I should start feeling better for sure. It all sounds scary but I will do my best to be brave.