“What are you doing?”
“Looking at these ugly runners.”
“We put those down so you won’t slip on the tile.”
“Did y’all have a choice of colors?”
“Those runners are for your protection. Now that you can walk around a little, we don’t need a slip and fall.”
” I appreciate them. It’s just this healing process takes so long.”
“I know. But look at you. Using the wedge to get up here.”
“It does give me a feeling of freedom to be able to move around.”
“I hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”
“Well, being out of this jail would be nice.”
“You know it is for your own good.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Look how far you have come already. You walk like a champ and try to sneak runs.”
“I know. I wish I could go into the backyard and battle a wildebeest.”
“That day will come, sweetheart. You just have to be patient.”
“A virtue that somehow I missed when it was handed out.”
“Buck up, Beanie. You’ll be fine.”
“You’re right, Dad. Thanks.
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My little one, Moxie, had leg surgery a couple of months ago. At first, she refused to use the steps we bought her to get on the couch or bed. She’s getting better now, but seems upset when the steps aren’t there for her convenience.
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Oh yeah. They are hers. Thanks for sharing Moxie’s story. What kind of dog is she?
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She’s a Chihuahua mix. Her brother is a much larger hound, but she is the Alpha.
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Of course she is.😁
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I just love your beautiful baby❤️❤️
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Thank you so much Emilie. We love her too.
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