Everything was going so well. I was going on great long walks, wrestling with Dad and I even conquered the stairs. Then the other day I ran to say hello to these two dogs and I felt an "ouch" on my toe. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. My mom noticed and took me to the vet. Yup. I have another broken toe. Same foot, but not the same toe as in May. So I have to wear this stupid thing on my foot and Mom said I can't go on walks for awhile. I am very sad. Bear feels bad for me, but he said at least I will probably get lots of toys and treats for it. OK. I'm waiting.