UPDATE on INDY
There is something magical about a vet's office. The instant an animal crosses the threshold they change completely. Well dogs become nervous, snappy basket cases that suddenly can't walk unaided. Sick and injured ones, even ones who yelp being lifted into the car, are instantly alert - apparently too tense to even limp when under the vet's scrutiny.
Such was my Indigo. The vet's Covid restrictions required me to hand my poor pup over to a very nice tech, so he went in without me. The vet checked him over and called me from thirty five feet and a stone wall away to tell me that, while Indy was definitely favoring the leg, he was putting weight on it. He allowed probing (I couldn't touch it!) and nothing appeared broken or dislocated. He was brought back with antibiotics, pain meds and a dubiously wagging tail. He ended up getting his annual shots, too, so I didn't get charged for a "sick" or "emergency" visit. I'll take it!
Then, as I was driving away, sharing the joy of a much smaller vet bill than expected with my DD, my car died. Two hours and the promise of a $200 alternator tomorrow, we were rescued by DS.
Whose turn is it to roll the dice? Let's keep this game moving. I'm ready for Jumanji to end!