Rough week

Well this is going back a couple of weeks, cause herself was under the weather and I had a rough time of it as well.
It's Sunday and she comes down to let me out of my room and out to do the necessaries. She opens the door and guess what I can't stand up. My legs won't work. She's all dressed up cause it is church day, but I guess I really worried her cause she took me to a pet emergency place. They took me in quite quickly which surprised me cause Mom said, "emergency departments usually take a long time."
Well after pushing and poking me they decided, nothing was broken and I had sprained my hips. Probably caused by too much and too high jumping. Geeze, I'm a little dog. How do they expect me to get up where I need to go? No wings, can't fly, so I jump. I have to guard the street you know. No one man or beast goes up that street without my notice. The docs gave Mom some pain pills and they really helped at least for the first day. I whimper when I think the jump will be too high and she lifts me up. But after two days, I'm back to my old self. Run, jump even dance, no pain, nothing, pain is gone.