I just talked to the vet. She called my home yesterday to check on him and talked to my mom instead of me. When I asked her about what my mom said about traction, she had no idea what I was talking about. I love my mommy, but she has this tendency to put things into her own words when she tries to relay information and as a result often completely muddles what was originally said. So Fizgig won't be put in traction. I'm supposed to keep him confined for another week, then if he's still all limpy and gimpy take him back in for a re-evaluation. Sounds like a good plan to me.

In the mean time, I need to take him somewhere fun in the car so he won't think that everytime he gets in the car it's to go to the vet.