This has been a rough month for me. It all started when we were still in Utah. When we went to St. George the beginning of December I started having lots of pain. Some days were bad, and some were OK. I have a degenerative disk in my back, and have had for a few years. Usually it acts up for a day or two, then goes away. This time, it wasn’t going away. Mom kept me on rimadyl, and that helped a lot. I was walking with a hunched back, carrying one front leg sometimes, and my whole personality has been different. In the morning, all I want is to cuddle with dad. Mom felt getting me out of the cold would help, but things were the same here in the warm weather. Then one day, mom was talking with a friend on facebook and she mentioned the joint pain her dog has from lyme disease. I did have that stupid tick remember. Mom looked up the symptoms, and I had almost all of them. She called the vet who was very nice and said he would call in the prescription for antibiotics, even without the lyme disease test. At first it seemed like this was it. I started feeling better and mom took me off the rimadyl. Then I started having the pain again. So that ruled out the lyme disease theory. Then, on top of all this joint pain, I had an anal gland blow out. Never once did I scoot, or lick, or any of those things to let mom know I was having trouble back there. Needless to say, this really freaked mom out. It happened last Sunday, and on Monday we took an hour drive and went to the local vet. He squeezed some yucky junk out of the gland, gave mom some cream to put on it, and said to keep taking the antibiotics. If you want to know what this looks like, or is all about, I suggest you google it. Not pleasant, I assure you. Some days are OK, and some are bad. Mom bought a new harness for me that should be easier on my back, and is also cute. I am not walking walking very much at all, so I can rest my back and hopefully get off the rimadyl and back to normal. No jumping on or especially off the furniture, or up and down the stairs. I guess this is what happens to us senior dogs. In the meantime, I am staying on the rimadyl and when we get back to Utah I will see my regular vet. I am getting lots of loves and attention from everybody, and that’s OK with me. And on a Monday Mischief note. A couple of evenings ago, Auntie Shannon was walking from our house back to her house and screeched. We went to see what was going on and we had a visitor. Yep, that is a tarantula. Mike and dad made sure he kept wandering out of our camp spot, and we haven’t seen him since. Ewwwwww.