Motion is good. (He is also love and light and everything that is good in the world, but that’s a different story for a different day.) He’s also an endless ball of energy. He has grown rather bored with the crate rest, and really, really loves when he gets to hang out in the x-pen. We’ve been working on channeling this energy into hardcore play sessions where he remains 100% rolled over on his back. He’s a pro.
On Friday (5/15) he will be 1 month post op. So far, just walking. He appears to be fully weight bearing, although is still a bit gimpy when he tries to walk too fast, but that seems to be improving. Today we got to have our first 20 minute walk together. We celebrated by having our walk in the park instead of around our boring old apartment complex. The three of us were all pretty excited about venturing out into the world again.
I’m also good, which translates directly to “I’m exhausted and relieved and ever so slightly woe-is-me and extremely thankful”. But definitely good. Better, now that school is over. (Goodbye Spring 2015, you will NOT be missed.) My poor dogs have been so patient with me over the past month, half buried in schoolwork, and half completely avoiding doing anything that resembles real life. But today I sent in an entry form, for WiFi of course. Just one day, and currently I change my mind every 5 minutes on whether I’m actually going to go, but it’s a step. No part of me is okay with leaving Motion behind in any aspect, but no part of me is okay with moping around stealing adventures away from my nearly 10 year old legend of a dog. Come on self, she deserves better than that.
“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.”
I am choosing the latter, but it’s certainly a work in progress.