Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?
September 16th 2011 10:12 pm
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Today I went to the chiropractor. I didn't like it. At all. My mom keeps thinking up these ways to torture me. Because I'm a shih tzu (almost) I should hold my tail up over my back, but sometimes I don't. So Mom thought I might have a problem with my back. Ergo, the visit to the chiropractor. She poked and prodded and pressed and pinched every joint in my skeletal system. Sometimes it really hurt. There was a spot on my back that was very uncomfortable and I really protested when she worked on that area. I also didn't like it when she worked on my elbow joints where I have bone chips. She did say that she thought that I seemed to be a younger dog than Mom was told, so we both thought that was very good news. I have to go back for a follow-up in three weeks to see if there were any benefits to my adjustment. Then maybe I'll need to go back about twice a year. The vet also thought it would be a good idea for me to do my swim therapy again from time to time. Boy, I didn't know it was such hard work being a dog.
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