Took Murph to the vet this morning for a check up on his knee and the bladder stone. The food, to help reduce the bladder stone, really didn't work, since Murph kept throwing it up and I had to take him off it. But when the vet did the ultrasound, he noticed that it looked like it was embedded in the bladder wall, which reduced Murph's risk of it causing a problem and would also be hard for the vet to find to remove during surgery anyway. So no surgery for now, thank zeus, just have to keep an eye on Murph and make sure he doesn't show any urination issues and then the vet'll check it again in 6 mos.

As for his knee, the vet said it looked and felt great to him and Murph's walking pretty good on it now, so we've got the okay to start increasing his activity level. Bad news is though, his other back leg is making all kinds of cracking and creeking noises. It's taken quite a bit of stress and strain while the other leg has been healing. The vet said it felt okay, but I've got to watch that leg for signs that he's hurt that knee too. So I dunno, I hope we're not going to have to go through this again for the other leg in a few months.

The vet was commenting again on happy Murph is to be at the vet's. I told him the next time I bring Oz in, Murph's coming too, as his morale coach.

Of course, the vet didn't see Murph growl at a poor scared doggie in the waiting room. He was twice the size of Murph, but since he looked so frightened, I guess Murph decided he could kick his butt. I promptly picked him up and put in my lap though, which put an end to his macho posturing. That's one habit, I don't want him teaching mister Oz.

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