"Break a Leg".... or not

It's only Tuesday now, but it feels like it should already be Friday. What the crap? This week is slowly creeping by without any hope of speeding up. I had to be here around 7am this morning due to patients awaiting my arrival, and I ain't going to lie I am quite sleepy.
After a trial and error process that lasted for an hour, Big and I decided that Tucker has somehow hurt the middle joint in his front left leg. He keeps limping around the house, however, he has yet to yelp or cry in any way. Big kept saying that he was a big boy because he wasn't complaining at all about it other than favoring it by lifting it or not laying on it. If it isn't better by morning I am sure he will be taking a car ride over to the vet to make sure that he isn't seriously injured. We watched him like a hawk last night to try and keep him from jumping hard off of things or running. Mostly we were unsuccessful with this particular mission though. He has a mind of his own.
Not a whole lot to report today other than that. I know that I have been trying very hard to keep to this diet or eating change that I am going through. I don't see major results yet, but I have gotten my first compliment from an outside source. It's tough and easy at the same time to eat better. I feel better about it and I think I even just feel better in general. I did cheat a bit last night when Big and I decided to have some Taco Bell though. I figured since I didn't do bad at all the entire weekend, other than some Margaritas, that I could have a taco or two. Anyways, I am back on track this morning and trying to just get up and get moving.
Until next time, keep your fingers crossed for Tucker.