When I heard that
Phoenix had got his wheels, I'm afraid my imagination got the better of
me. I pictured him perched on a stack of telephone books in the
driver's seat of a gleaming, red '59 Cadillac convertible, blowing
through stop signs and forgetting to use his turn signals. We Frenchies
are, without exception, notoriously terrible drivers. Fortunately, it
turned out that Phoenix's wheels were of a considerably more practical
sort, and, I dare say, less likely to result in heavy fines.
In other cases, symptoms are mild, and can be
treated with anti-inflammatories and limited activity. Occasionally,
though, as with young Phoenix, the pressure on the spinal cord is
significant. As he grew, Phoenix slowly lost mobility in his hind end
until, at the tender age of one, he was having difficulty getting
around.