Casey Gets Out of Jail!

Hi, everyone. Casey here, and I have really great news!

Just a couple of days ago, I got out of prison! I still don’t understand why I was in-car-cerated. I wasn’t in a car at all, and I would know – I love taking rides in the car, and this most definitely had nothing to do with cars. Humph.

Foster mom said it was because I have something called hip dysplasia and I was under doctor’s orders to rest up. OK, so I rested up and I didn’t complain at all. Foster Mom said I was just about the best dog ever. :O) I don’t know what the big deal is about that, though . . . I’m always a Very Good Boy.

Anyway, I must have been really good in jail, because I was released and then I got to go on a really long ride in the car to the animal hospital that we went to a few weeks ago. I met this really nice person called Physical Therapist.

I got to trot up and down a hallway while Physical Therapist watched. Seemed odd, but hey, who cares? I was just glad to be able to trot. I wasn’t allowed to when I was in car cerated. Then we went into another room and PT watched me some more and touched me and gave me treats and measured me and gave me a tug toy (oh, boy!) and gave me some more treats and played with me a little. She was very nice and she liked me a lot. She said that she wished she could take me home with her and get me a doptid. I’ve heard about dogs getting a doptids and they must be pretty great; everyone seems to want one. It must be a really great toy and I wish I could have one of my own. Anyway, PT said she couldn’t give me a doptid, so she let me take my new tug toy home instead. What a nice person!

She also said that I have a trophy in my thigh muscles. That seems weird to me – how could I have a trophy in my leg? I dunno, but that must be why my hips hurt. So she gave Foster Mom some papers that told her how to do more of the things she did to me so we could get rid of the trophy. She called them exercises, but some of them looked like games to me. And I’ll get heat packs and massage and short walks now. And she told us that when I finally do get a doptid, my new people will be able to continue these things very easily. I hope so, ‘cause I don’t think I want a trophy any more.

Well, it’s been nice chatting with you, but I’ve gotta go do some of these exercises. I think we might be going swimming!

TTYL. . . . and if you think you’d like to get me a doptid, well, I’ll be your best friend forever!

Love, Casey