White Dog didn't even leave the car for the usual Saturday walk. We had left Puff (who is halfway, yes only halfway, through her 21 days) in the care of Nuka at home as a safety precaution, so it was just Quinn, YoYoMa and WD. No zoomies, no walk, no marching, nada.
Later, during brushing time, Steve pulled a tick off White Dog's coat. Immediately the herbal tick repellent collars went on everyone. White Dog accepted hers and went behind the chair to lie down. A short time later we heard her scrambling as though she was having difficulty getting up...Steve pulled the chair away and she emerged limping.
I called her over and checked her out thoroughly poking, pushing, extending the leg, looking between toes, pressing for counterpressure. She never flinched or whimpered but her tail seemed limp and muscle-less. She walked timidly. Steve put the leash on her and took her for a walk down the driveway and back. He said there seemed to be no problem and in fact, they had jogged a bit.
Halfway across the living room, White Dog started dragging the same leg and flopped to her belly in front of the kitchen gate. She wet the floor and again had trouble arising.
I had visions of mini-strokes, or Lyme disease, or some neurological horror that I couldn't feel with my fingers. White Dog's ears were flat against her head and she seemed as frightened as I was becoming. It was 8 pm and well past our regular vet's hours; I feared waiting until Monday in case it was something stroke like. We decided to take my Perrito Blanco de mi Corazon to the emergency vet.
SAWD went with for the ride and to make sure there were no shenanigans while we were gone.
We waited in the ER and WD huddled in my arms until finally the tech came out and sat for a pre-exam interview. Then she took White Dog into the back for xrays and and an exam. After another endlessly long interval (really the office was very efficient but it seemed like eons) White Dog was brought back out...or rather came rushing out, straining at her leash, to leap, panting into my arms. "She really hates us," said the woman. "She wet herself and we had to muzzle her."
Our dog? White Dog HATES the vet but NEVER would need a muzzle. We followed the tech back to meet with the vet. Mini-strokes were ruled out as was any kind of neurological disease, and it was felt there were no issues with discs slipping to press nerves. Her kneecap might have popped out and then back in. There was a remote chance that YoYoMa could have brought the correct species of tick with him from Northern California for Lyme disease (that type is not native to NM) but it seemed very unlikely since he had been vetted and flea/tick bathed.
The vet indicated that White Dog did not limp or drag her leg while there so it was tough to diagnose but she was certain what was going on was not life threatening. She suggested that White Dog might be having a reaction to the stress the entire White Dog Army was experiencing (like when a person's back goes out during hellish times at work) or perhaps she had pulled a muscle...the prescription was rest, pampering, quiet, and calm...She is getting lots of attention since we returned and the others seem to understand. We will call Dr. Julia, our regular vet, on Monday, but for now we are pouring on the love and hoping there are no reoccurances.