Millie is sitting on my lap as I write this, her left hind leg stretched out beside her in a big, black splint. After living here only a couple of weeks, she figured out that a good way to get extra attention is to require hospitalization. So far, it's working well for her. Here's the way it happened: last Sunday, I was holding Annie, and David was going to take a shower, so I asked him to take Millie into the bathroom with him because I thought she'd be safe in there, and she wouldn't have to be confined to her crate. Well, apparently, she didn't like being left OUT of the shower, so she jumped AT the shower door and somehow bumped her leg on the ledge between the bottom of the door and the floor. Ouch.

Bill took her to the vet, and after an exam, the vet didn't think there was a break. So we took Millie and some Advil home. Four days later, she's still limping. Took her back to the vet. The x-ray confirmed a break, so she was awarded a little black leg cast, finely decorated with a red heart, to take home. Lots of hugs later, she accomplished her mission.

Meanwhile, Rehab Without Walls started back with Annie this week. (I should ask them if they do dog PT.) Although she loudly protests her increased workload, Annie has done pretty well for being a bit out of shape. Her level of alertness, eye contact, smiles, playing with toys and general interaction has taken another step forward, too, the last few days, so that's very encouraging. Jack asked me today what I did to make her do all these new things, and I said, "Nothing--it must be God answering prayer." He wasn't put off. "Well, you must have changed her medicine or something. What did you do?" Who knows? But it's nice to have more of her back.:)

Well, that's the news for now. Check out the pictures of gimpy Millie & smiling Annie.

Jean


Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. Civilla Martin