*offers painkillers*

*Downs the whole damn bottle of painkillers*

muscle pain?

No. I wish it was that.

D8 *massages*

No, I woke up super early for my interview, and took it but it was a practice informal thing anyway, so as soon as I got home, I cleaned the

Stressed? ;u;

house as ordered, and then my dog started howling. For an hour. Because his back legs had failed him and it sounded like he was dying

;A;

cue me panicking the hell out and phoning my parents - who don't pick up. What the hell do you have mobiles for if you're not going to pick

up goddammit! *stressed*

my dog used to do that ;A;

QAQ WHAT

Yeah. Okay. He's stopped howling and I managed to carry him into the house so >A>;;; *watches him like a hawk*

I hope your dog is alright...

;A;

QuQ *prays doggie's all right* <3

*Hopes he'll be fine too ;A;*

*hugs Prussia as comfort*

*hugs too*

*Clings* ;3;

*strokes hair and hushes* The dog will be fine, I'm sure :'3

I hope so... ;3;

I'm not even going on my run >A> I want to stay here and make sure he's fine until my parents get home

*nodnods* Dogs are really strong.. QuQ and you're an awesome, caring person to look after it.

H-Hah...right. I just spent the hour freaking out and trying to phone my parents to see if we had enough money to afford the vets ;A;

Exactly. *giggles and pokes nose* That's a good thing, no? In the meantime, try to find out what's the cause of it, too. QuQ

I think I know. He's super old, and his back legs are really stiff. I think his joints just gave.