I woke up yesterday morning after a bad dream. I was in the vet’s office with one of my pugs, who couldn’t walk, trying to get an appointment with the vet, but the ladies behind the desk wouldn’t do it, they just kept saying I had to come back next week.
Woke up, checked dogs, doggies both walking just fine. Let them out. On the way back to the house, the girlie dog tripped a little bit coming up the two steps before the door. I remember that, because of my bad dream.
Later in the day, I was lying on the couch reading, and she came over and tried to jump up on the couch but couldn’t quite make it. This isn’t all that weird of an occurrence; she gets weirded out if there’s not a lot of landing space for her jump. But usually with a bit of encouragement, she makes it. Today, no go, I assumed she was just being weird, and I helped her up.
Fast forward a few hours. Mr. Athena was in his office in the basement, as were the dogs. He came upstairs, dogs followed. Well, tried to follow. Girlie dog got a quarter of the way up the stair and wouldn’t come farther.
“Hmmm” we said. “Very odd.” We called to her, and tried to get her to come the rest of the way up. No go. She wiggled and cried a little bit, and we carried her the rest of the way up.
Since then, it’s been the same; she just won’t go up stairs. This morning, she came maybe 2/3 of the way up the stairs with me, then stopped and whined.
Other than that, she seems OK. She’s walking on level ground fine, she walks down the stairs fine, just anything that makes her go UP she balks at. She didn’t feel like playing with her toys last night, but that’s not all that weird; some nights she plays, other nights she doesn’t.
Hubby is convinced she pulled a muscle when she tripped coming up the stairs yesterday morning. I’m hoping that’s all it is.
I’ll definitely be keeping an eye on her today, and get her into the vet tomorrow if it’s still happening. In the meantime, any advice? Anyone know anything obvious that would cause this?
I’m a big worrier, so I’m trying not to assume that my dream was not some strange prescient warning about Bad Things To Come.
For the record, she’s a pug, about 5 years old, no health issues that we know of.