Monday morning, Cole was dropped off for his day at Physiotherapy Camp. The therapist was informed that he'd been lame in his front leg on Sunday.
This is what I picked on Monday afternoon:
"Aaah, tabarnac!" My favorite Quebecois where Cole is concerned.
Apparently, the twit managed to do some tendon damage during our 1.5 mile walk on Sunday.
He's truly gifted. The leg is splinted, so he's joined Jinx in his nest.
I hate to break it to him, but we ARE going on vacation in October, regardless of whatever stunt he tries to pull.
If he can't run trails, we'll explore all those Rails to Trails paved bike paths.
