My little dog Joe (pronounced Jo eee) is the little dog who cries wolf.
Every time Max, the German shepherd who lives upstairs, comes outside while Joe is out there, she cries and yelps like he bit her in half. This time he pounced at her and she got caught underneath, which hurt her.
I was calling her in rather sternly, so when she came down the stairs and I picked her up, she cried and screamed. She has been limping around the house ever since. It's sad; she looks so pathetic. I feel bad for her.
Tomorrow Chelsea will most likely take her to the vet unless she shows some rather marked improvement.
Tonight was supposed to be a night where I wrote for my geek blog. I don't think I can focus enough to make that happen. Worried about my dog.