Fluff going for X-rays

The Fluffster has started limping and seems unwilling to bear much weight
on her left hind paw. I couldn't find anything wrong, so off we went on a
lovely car ride so she could meet some more really friendly happy people at
her favourite place, the vet (she is *so* not a cat!).

They couldn't find much wrong either, except that she has somewhat reduced
movement in her hips (its not bad though). She's going under tomorrow so
they can take x-rays. She's currently pleading with her big doggy eyes to
have her 10pm dinner, having entirely forgotten she had it at 7pm instead do
she'll have a empty stomach for the anaesthetic.

The likely suspect is arthritis, especially since its getting cooler around
these parts and she's a senior doggy that refuses to use her kennel and
therefore sleeps on the ground, silly dog (the kennel is unchanged, AFAICT).
There are many and various treatments and I hope they aren't going to be
fearfully expensive. Her eyes are bright and she's still got that stupid
doggy grin, so I don't think its time yet. Still, a few purrs, prayers wags
and whatever wouldn't go astray at this point. May it be easily dealt with,
whatever they find.

Yowie
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If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.