Kris and I went up to the school to walk the dogs. Well, that's why Kris went. I went to run today's sprint workout. I took a bit of time to set up my cones, put on my cleats, and generally gather myself, so Kris and the girls were off in the distance the field by the time I was ready to run.
I jogged over to Kris to give him a kiss and run a little warmup before I started. On my way back to the starting point, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and realized the dogs ran back with me to the starting cone. So, I turned back around to run them back to Kris. They came along, though Bella not so willingly. She seemed to want some play time, so I turned to chase her.
She juked one way, and I chased her. She zoomed another way, so I chased her that way. After less than a minute, she seemed done, so I went back to pick up a few things I dropped before chasing her. Kris called out, "What's wrong with her?" I looked back.
Bella was eating grass, where she was just sitting a moment before. When she stood up, she was limping, her front right foot clearly giving her problems. She could walk, but was walking with a pronounced limp.
Great. Just great. We had just witnessed the return of Broken Bella Beagle. Just what this house needs: TWO broken dogs.