Genetically Jacked

Moe is a purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgi. I went to a specialty breeder, and paid a grip of money to get the very best Corgi I could for my darling husband's birthday. His parents were both champion prize winners - his father was even flown in from New Zealand for heaven's sake. So our dog is a genetically superior super dog, right?

Well...not so much. Turns out Moe is a genetic freak of nature. Literally.

Moe woke up on Monday morning and couldn't walk. The night before, Moe was at the neighbor's house playing with their dogs while Aaron and I visited. We figured he might have hurt something while overdoing it at the neighbor's house.

Off to the vet we went. Ever see a woman load a newborn baby and a 30 lb. dog that can't walk into a car? It's quite a sight. At the vet we found (after having to get freakin' expensive x-rays) that Moe has an extra vertebrae in his back. We don't call him "Extended Cab" for nothin'. The vet said it was so unusual he wanted to take the x-rays to his next vet conference. The cushioning between his vertebrae are almost wore out so when he plays hard his back gets inflamed causing too much pain for him to walk.

We're treating him with meds and he's feeling better. No more wrestling. No more running up the stairs. No more rough housing, jumping, or vigorous exercise. Poor Moe is only 1 year old. How do you tell a puppy he can't play anymore?

We're so sorry, buddy. We love you so much and can't even tell you how sad we are for you. We hope you feel better soon.