BEFORE: Fun, playing, active--just like the doctor ordered... AFTER: limping, hurt, wandering aimlessly...bloody hell! My faithful, long-time readers probably remember our go around with our million dollar dog last summer. The poor guy tore his ACL and we shelled out the $1300 to have it repaired. I fear we are faced with the same decision nearly one year later. After our lovely visit to the vet last week who laid on the guilt, saying Harvest was mutilating himself basically out of boredom, we've been walking, playing and trying to give him more attention. This freakin doctor should have taken into account that our dog is nearly 12 years old. The night went something like this, Chris played with Claire while Harvest attempted to join in. Chris told him to get his toy, but he declined. I played with Claire and again, Harvest wanted to play too. I told him to get his toy and he did. I threw it twice and wahla, he squealed and the damage was done! UGH!! Our freakin luck. He is limping...