(#57) My Old Friends

Latest update on my #iwillbeback! journey.

Last week, Steve and Hoppi took me to see my own vet. She was the person who first saw that I had injured my back leg and sent us to that other human who fixed the leg. It has been three human months since I last saw my vet. She poked and prodded. Stuck me with a few needles. Took a few samples from me. And I’m doing fine. Seem to be progressing well.

Of course, I have been working a lot to get the leg stronger. Steve puts me through a lot of exercises. A. Lot. Every. Day. I sleep well. (But, then, that has never really been a problem for me.)

Photo by my person Steve.

One day as I was power napping and dreaming of chasing squirrels and giving the squinty eye to those people on top of the boards on top of the wheels, I heard Steve talking into one of those things that all humans seem to have in their hands.

He chatted with a nice human from the building we used to go to visit humans who were in beds. And then he spoke to another nice human at the building where people come to leave on big machines that fly like birds.  I used to love to visit these buildings where I had made a lot of friends.

I know they were friends because they always greeted me with a smile, gave me belly rubs, and asked Steve about me. They made me happy because they cared about me. I have missed them.

Photo by my person Steve

Some of my pup friends have gotten back to visiting these buildings. I’m glad for them.

While I still have more exercise time ahead of me, each day we get closer to re-connecting with my friends in those buildings. That makes me happy.

One paw at a time….

A hearty WOOF to all of you who continue to send good wishes my way. You are better than biscuits. You really are!

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Thanks for coming back to my blog. You make me happier than biscuits!

My book, Roxie Looks for Purpose Beyond the Biscuit, is still available.  I share stories and lessons about friends, family, and fun. And I speak about purpose as well.  (Steve says for dogs we might just want to call it “furpose.” He makes words up, I think.) Perhaps the book holds a biscuit or two for you!

WOOF!

The Growth and Resilience Network®
Steve Piscitelli. 2021©

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