Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Happy Days!

I got my stitches out last Tuesday (February 6), and it's been three weeks since my surgery. In five more weeks I can start going for short walks-- if only my other leg were ready for walks, too, but mom says that means another surgery . . .I'm trying not to believe that yet. I have a little thing on my knee that i can't stand, so I pick at it and have made a red callous and mom seems dismayed about this, but not concerned so much as she was when I came home and was bleeding. Last night, when mom slipped on the ice trying to help me in and lunged forward, I ran a few steps. Mom said it looked really good, that my legs ran independently instead of bunny hopping like I usually do. She also said never do that again until the doctor says I'm allowed to run.

At night time mom lies on my bed with me and makes my leg go long and straight and short and bent and pets my belly and tells me I'm a good dog. It is uncomfortable. Sometimes I take my leg away from her, and she says that is also good. I can't really tell what she is doing, but I sometimes limp when she is done. I wish she wouldn't fuss with me and would just rub my belly where I like it, and I try to get her to focus, but she's always with that leg. I try to be a good dog, to do what she wants, but I don't really understand what it is. She says I'm good if I move my leg how she moves it with her and that I'm good when I move it against her. . .how can both be right? Mom says it makes my leg strong. I've never had surgery on my leg before, and my roommate says she hasn't had surgery on her leg before, but I guess since mom and I made it through when I had stitches on my belly that I should listen, but sometimes I don't really think she knows what she's doing.


My friend Shinta and her mom sent us a card a while ago. Mom says when I can walk and run, which will be a very long time--32 weeks, however that much is., that I can go back to the beach to play with her. I can't wait. In a few weeks I will go have pictures taken of my new leg to see if it is all OK, and then I can begin swimming. Mom says it is in a warm pool somewhere, but I don't mind the cold. I just wish I could play outside more. It has been snowing lots, and some of my favorite things are to eat snow, roll in snow, and sled in snow. Mom says, maybe next year, but she also puts snow in my bowl inside for me to eat. It's nice, but it's not the same. Humans just sometimes don't get it, even if they try.

Kayla

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