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Why Does My Dog Have Swollen Paws and Other Symptoms.?

My female dog (part Australian Cattle Dog, not sure what else is in her) has been displaying some odd symptoms lately, the most recent of which is that her back feet are swollen. First, she was vomiting and having diarrhea. Since we had recently changed her diet for variety, we thought this was the cause and switched her back (from Pedigree to Beneful). The symptoms seemed to get better, so we were cautiously relieved. Then it seemed that her spine, strangely enough, seemed to be protruding more, despite the fact that she is a somewhat overweight dog. Her belly also seemed bloated. We noticed this only the other day. Now today, her back feet seem swollen. We are making an appointment with our vet as soon as his office opens, but I would appreciate some additional feedback on what her problem might be. We are very worried and afraid it might be serious. After researching the Internet a little, I don’t see any condition which would include the swollen paws. Most sites list allergies or damage from jumping, but this includes only her back feet. It seems too coincidental that her swollen feet don’t have anything to do with her other symptoms. Thank you for reading this and hopefully offering feedback.

Rate the start of my story!! Please?

Please tell me what you think of it and especially your problems with it. Be as harsh as you want, I want your feedback and am happy to find out my flaws and how to fix them. I really appreciate it, thank you in advance!

zom·bie

[zom-bee] noun – the body of a dead person given the semblance of life,but mute and will-less, usually for some evil purpose.

Quite a few of my friends would be offended at that remark, but we have to remember: the people who wrote this, they’re only human.

I mean; yes, we’re the reanimated body of the dead. Also we are mute, but I’d hardly call us will-less(instinct driven maybe) and definitely NOT evil. Humans just don’t trust what they can’t understand, but I think I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

As humans call it, the Zombie “Outbreak”, started on June 13th when the first signs of Mathsonella (the virus that turns one into the undead) appeared in Supperton, Maryland. That’s where the infection started and quickly spread.That was six months ago. I caught the disease on June 21st, when the zombies were really growing in numbers. I was fifteen when it happened, almost sixteen. I’d like to think I was nice before I turned.

My family was from Hong Kong, but moved to Maine twenty years ago to start a little restaurant that is now quite popular. I’m the only one dead though, and they don”t think of me as family anymore. They did what you’d expect when they saw me, got the hell out of there. Not much changed about my looks after I died, except for my flesh is less lively to put it politely, my fingernails have turned black, and my shiny eyes have gone cloudy and dull.

True, I’m not the same person as before; but that doesn’t mean that I’m not a person. Just because I can’t talk, doesn’t mean that I can’t speak. My name is Miriam Lee and this isn’t any love story or thriller; this is my story.

Tell me what you think of the start to my story?

Please tell me what you think of it and especially your problems with it. Be as harsh as you want, I want your feedback and am happy to find out my flaws and how to fix them. I really appreciate it, thank you in advance!

zom·bie

[zom-bee] noun – the body of a dead person given the semblance of life,but mute and will-less, usually for some evil purpose.

Quite a few of my friends would be offended at that remark, but we have to remember: the people who wrote this, they’re only human.

I mean; yes, we’re the reanimated body of the dead. Also we are mute, but I’d hardly call us will-less(instinct driven maybe) and definitely NOT evil. Humans just don’t trust what they can’t understand, but I think I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

As humans call it, the Zombie “Outbreak”, started on June 13th when the first signs of Mathsonella (the virus that turns one into the undead) appeared in Supperton, Maryland. That’s where the infection started and quickly spread.That was six months ago. I caught the disease on June 21st, when the zombies were really growing in numbers. I was fifteen when it happened, almost sixteen. I’d like to think I was nice before I turned.

My family was from Hong Kong, but moved to Maine twenty years ago to start a little restaurant that is now quite popular. I’m the only one dead though, and they don”t think of me as family anymore. They did what you’d expect when they saw me, got the hell out of there. Not much changed about my looks after I died, except for my flesh is less lively to put it politely, my fingernails have turned black, and my shiny eyes have gone cloudy and dull.

True, I’m not the same person as before; but that doesn’t mean that I’m not a person. Just because I can’t talk, doesn’t mean that I can’t speak. My name is Miriam Lee and this isn’t any love story or thriller; this is my story.

How is this for the start of a story?

Please tell me what you think of it and especially your problems with it. Be as harsh as you want, I want your feedback and am happy to find out my flaws and how to fix them. I really appreciate it, thank you in advance!

zom·bie

[zom-bee] noun – the body of a dead person given the semblance of life,but mute and will-less, usually for some evil purpose.

Quite a few of my friends would be offended at that remark, but we have to remember: the people who wrote this, they’re only human.

I mean; yes, we’re the reanimated body of the dead. Also we are mute, but I’d hardly call us will-less(instinct driven maybe) and definitely NOT evil. Humans just don’t trust what they can’t understand, but I think I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

As humans call it, the Zombie “Outbreak”, started on June 13th when the first signs of Mathsonella (the virus that turns one into the undead) appeared in Supperton, Maryland. That’s where the infection started and quickly spread.That was six months ago. I caught the disease on June 21st, when the zombies were really growing in numbers. I was fifteen when it happened, almost sixteen. I’d like to think I was nice before I turned.

My family was from Hong Kong, but moved to Maine twenty years ago to start a little restaurant that is now quite popular. I’m the only one dead though, and they don”t think of me as family anymore. They did what you’d expect when they saw me, got the hell out of there. Not much changed about my looks after I died, except for my flesh is less lively to put it politely, my fingernails have turned black, and my shiny eyes have gone cloudy and dull.

True, I’m not the same person as before; but that doesn’t mean that I’m not a person. Just because I can’t talk, doesn’t mean that I can’t speak. My name is Miriam Lee and this isn’t any love story or thriller; this is my story.

How is this for the start of a story?

Please tell me what you think of it and especially your problems with it. Be as harsh as you want, I want your feedback and am happy to find out my flaws and how to fix them. I really appreciate it, thank you in advance!

zom·bie

[zom-bee] noun – the body of a dead person given the semblance of life,but mute and will-less, usually for some evil purpose.

Quite a few of my friends would be offended at that remark, but we have to remember: the people who wrote this, they’re only human.

I mean; yes, we’re the reanimated body of the dead. Also we are mute, but I’d hardly call us will-less(instinct driven maybe) and definitely NOT evil. Humans just don’t trust what they can’t understand, but I think I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

As humans call it, the Zombie “Outbreak”, started on June 13th when the first signs of Mathsonella (the virus that turns one into the undead) appeared in Supperton, Maryland. That was six months ago. I caught the disease on June 21st, when the zombies were really growing in numbers. I was fifteen when it happened, almost sixteen. I’d like to think I was nice before I turned, I was shy but I tried to be as friendly as I could whenever someone talked to me.

My family was from Hong Kong, but moved to Maine twenty years ago to start a little restaurant that is now quite popular. I’m the only one dead though, and they don”t think of me as family anymore. Not much changed about my looks after I died, except for my flesh is less lively to put it politely, my fingernails have turned black, and my shiny eyes have gone cloudy and dull.

True, I’m not the same person as before; but that doesn’t mean that I’m not a person. Just because I can’t talk, doesn’t mean that I can’t speak. My name is Miriam Lee, I’m a Zombie, and this is my story.