(#71) Déjà Vu All Over Again

I don’t get it. How does this keep happening? In my house, no less. (Oops. I mean our house.) Steve and Hoppi have been so careful to make sure I don’t injure myself again.

Like going to my favorite little yellow building. Rather than play with pup friends for an entire day, I get a few hours in the morning, followed by naptime, followed by a few more hours in the afternoon.

“We need to pace you and build your strength, Roxie,” Steve tells me on the way home after a glorious time play bowing.

Whatever.

That’s what I don’t get. The other morning, as it was time to go to the beach, when I moved toward the stairs, I felt a twinge in the same leg that the nice humans work on last year. The ACL thing. You might remember that—I ended up with a cone around my head and slings around my body and had a lot of work to do be able to do what we used to do.

Well, it’s not as bad as that this time. Still, I’m on restriction again. And that silly gate is up so I don’t climb up and down the stairs. (Heck, I still remember when Steve gave me biscuits so that I would run up the stairs. Hmm.)

When Steve and Hoppi drove me to what they called the emergency room a few days ago, the human there said my bones were fine. Something about a soft-tissue injury.

So, I’m back in rehab mode.

“It’s Déjà vu all over again,” Steve said with a shrug.

Whatever.

I’ll be back!

WOOF!

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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.) The book holds a biscuit or two for you or for a friend!

WOOF!