A mysterious affliction

Now that it's over, we can laugh about it.

Isn't that the story of our lives? Yeah, pretty much. Well, this time it was all at the expense of poor Maxwell.

We left him in the backyard for two hours and came home to find him in excruciating pain. He ran to the car, yelping. It seemed like every time he moved, he yelped.

We looked for blood and guts and didn't see anything. Thankfully, Mike's sister Debbie is a vet and she was visiting. She examined Max and found that the top three inches of his tail was really swollen and hot. He had apparently sprained his tail.

Now, don't ask me how this sort of thing happens. If it was the end of his tail, sure, maybe he got it caught in something or had it bitten or whatever. But this was the top part of his tail, next to his bum. What the???

We iced the tail down and Max laid in the same spot for hours, moaning. It took about a week for things to return to normal.



So we don't really know what made him so miserable. Did he kamikaze off the patio table and land on his tail? Is it possible for a dog to wag too much?

As long as it's better, I suppose it doesn't matter now that Max has overcome his bout with erect-tail disfunction.