Libby Sweetpea, therapy dog and healer of the mind, had a torn ACL. At six years of age, this is not too uncommon. She took a flying leap off the back step, as usual, but that one leap ten days ago left her in pain with the liklihood of permanent disability if she did not have surgery to repair the tear.
So she underwent a tightrope procedure and spent one night at the animal hospital. She probably did not miss us near as much as we missed her. This was her little shaved leg a few days ago; she was recuperating on the lap of the Mr.
This is how Libby's dad remembers what to do for her and when to do it. I thought it was cute that he wrote it all out. She does not mind doing her range of motion exercises too much, and just whimpers a bit when it hurts.
Libby this morning:
This is a pair of Faceted Rib Socks in progress:
Tomorrow I am heading out to Las Vegas to play in a Scrabble tournament at the Riviera Casino and Hotel. There will be 56 competitors. Can you find me in this listing? Please wish me lotsa luck!