Fred's leg is fine. After resting up Sunday and limiting his running (particularly on ice) his leg is now fine. But of course Mr. Dramatica is trying to milk it for all it's worth.
"Can you get me my bone Momma?"
"Get it yourself Fred. There's nothing wrong with you."
"I can't reach Momma."
"I guess I'll just lay here in the window and watch the world go by." Sigh!!
"Will I ever run free in the outdoors again Momma?"
"Can you get me a drink Momma?"
"No Fred, there's nothing wrong with you."
"Maybe some kibble, or t-bone steak?"
"For the last time Freddie! There...is...nothing...wrong...with...YOU!!" "You jumped up on the couch didn't you?"
"Gawd! Freddie your such a baby!"