Pitiful...Just Pitiful

My little running buddy is out of the game for a while. Wyatt, who is famous for his endless energy, was really starting to hate our late night runs in the cold. I would literally have to drag him out the door because he wanted to sleep instead. I noticed that he limped just a little bit on one of our runs and I thought he was just being dramatic. The next day he licked at his paw constantly. Well, a vet visit, $250, and lots of guilt later- he has an infection in his paw. The poor guy is pitiful.