Casper's Little Crisis

Last Friday at Pickwick, far from veterinarians, I found poor little Casper sitting in a corner holding his little front paw up and couldn't put it down to walk.  I thought he'd had a stroke or something so I was in panic mode.  I called my vet and they helped me find a vet in nearby Corinth so we were headed there asap.  But FIRST we had to put the jet skis up--that is a stressful situation in the first place as I hate to have those back wheels of the Expedition in the water and have to slowly pull the loaded trailer out of the water.  I hate that.  Then we have to back down our very steep driveway once we get to the house to get them in the garage.  I hate that, too.  All this was complicated by me being overwrought w/worry about Cap.  So we head out to Corinth and before we leave the driveway, Cap and Jack have gotten into a bad fight.  They get along really well but I think Cap was hurting and was very sensitive to Jack's advances.  So I held Cap all the way to Corinth but as we got near, Dean remembered he needed to do something back at the house and we had to turn around and I had to cancel the vet.  We had determnined by this time that we would head onto Starkville and see about a vet there.  I held him and rubbed him and generally gave him all the love I could and when we got to Starkville, he was able to put the foot down and walk normally.   Saturday am we were able to go for a long walk w/Jack and all was miraculously well.  All I could think of was that copy cat, Jack, was going to be in a corner w/his paw up when we got home from the ballgames Saturday.