To have a dog with a limp.
Poor Sheila. She has mysteriously caught a limp in her right front leg. It started on Saturday, and hasn't gotten better yet. I've been trying to give her a rest - but you try telling a Border Collie to rest!
Huh? Rest? What's rest? Never heard of it. *Limp limp limp*
That dog can't be stopped. Between chasing cars on the other side of the fence and fighting with Ben, she doesn't stop.
Car! Car... car! Lorry! Car! *Jumps at gate*
Sheila was always a bit of a drama queen.
Oh... woe is me...
Ben thinks she's faking it.
How dare you?!
I'm going to KILL you, Ben! I'll show you faking!
Despite her limp, Sheila was determined to give Ben some injury at all costs.
Sheila says, You can fake this! *Pounces on Ben, lots of screaming*
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! *More screaming*
She is totally focused on Ben.
And it's all my fault because I didn't bring the lead. Oops.
It's OK, it's OK. I've calmed down now.
Hello! *Limp limp limp*
Not really, Ben doesn't have a limp. It just took a long session of barking angrily, chasing in circles and general meanness for Ben to admit Sheila had a limp.
I didn't see it - that's all I'm saying.
Ben stayed wary of Sheila for the rest of the day.
I better go before she attacks me again - see ya!