Ont of the worst things about having a stress-fractured foot is that, while you can technically walk on it, it becomes quite sensitive to any sort of pressure or impact. And Since that's happened, I've take note of things that I'd not paid attention to before, like the number of times that Miss Memphis Belle, in her desire to get as close to me as possible at any given time, inadvertently steps on that foot. I guess that she's always done it, but only now am I noticing it, because her 75+lbs on that foot is excruciatingly painful.
I finally laid it out for her last night after she did it again. "Dammit, Belle," I hissed through pain-clenched teeth, "If you touch that foot one more time, Murphy is going to be an only dog again!"
Now I can't say for sure whether she took that threat to heart or not, but twice now I could swear that I saw Murphy throw a shoulder into her and shove her towards my foot.
Or maybe the pain meds are making me imagine things.