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If last year was my year for doctors and urgent care (flash back to fainting on 6th street, rupturing my eardrum, and countless examinations on my knees, ankles, and hip), then this must be Gatsby's year for medical attention. I have been to the vet for more emergency visits with this dog than any other pet I've owned in my twenty something years.

It started just days after we got him as a puppy when he decided to taste test some wild mushrooms in our backyard.  Three bouts of kennel cough, asthma attacks, and an insatiable appetite for push pins later, the vet's office has come to know me and my curious canine quite well.  Today Gatsby outdid himself. He decided to show off his daredevil side and launch himself right out of my arms. Unfortunately, unlike cats and Evel Knievel, dogs do not always land on their feet. Instead, G fell with all his weight on his hind leg.

If pets are any forecast of the worry and anxiety that comes with children, then I am clearly not ready for them. With Gatsby shaking from fear and shock at the vet's office today, I could hardly pry myself away from him for his xrays. Nevermind the tears that were simultaneously being fought back.

No news yet whether or not the leg is broken or sprained. With our luck, I'm sure Nick and I will be facing a long road ahead of us with a tripod dog. That is, of course, until he finds a new way to visit his friends at the vet's office again.