Tomorrow is going to SUUUUCK... We were out at the park today and he and Virgo dashed down to the creek to get a drink like normal. I whistled for them to come back up, Virgo comes crashign through the trees like a runaway bull moose and Sawyer....is nowhere to be seen. So I whistle again and hear him whine. I think perhaps his ball is floating down the creek and he's torn between going after it and coming to me, so I call him. And he whines again, only this time it sounded different. Just as I get ready to go to him, I say his name again so I can find him and he comes up the bank. Limping. I immediately examined his foot and saw a little smear of blood but little else. We came straight home so I could look at it easier...as far as I can tell he's got little bruising points on his pads and possibly bruising on his ankle, but it's hard to tell through his fur. I iced it as best I could for about 30 minutes and have kept him quiet as much as possible. He's still not putting full weight on it, though it hasn't stopped him from jumping up and off the bed or running after Molly during tonight's walk. I'm hesitant to give him anything for the pain because he's a pretty stoic dog anyway and I need something to try and remind him why he can't go tearing around like normal. My poor boy...just as Virgo gets back into form, he does this. And now I'm going to have to endure a continual symphony of "I'm soooo booooored mooooom" whining and nose nudging tomorrow. We're not going to the park, obviously and I want him to stay off of it as much as possible. Wish Virgo hadn't beheaded the Kong...wish I could afford to buy another one so I could do some frozen PB Kongs to keep them occupied.