It was a nice enough day that Maddie and I finally got out for a walk. A walk, in this instance, being defined as me carrying her, bandaged paw in a rubber-banded Ziploc baggie to keep it dry, up to Walnut Park to do her business, and then over to Our Best Friends to say hello to Emma Parsley and Hannah, and finally, back home again. I know at least one of us got their exercise.
If anything, Maddie is convinced she’s all better. Sure, her paw’s wrapped, but it’s not like that factor even slows her down at this point. Were it not for the fact that I’m making her wear an e-collar, I think she’d be content to tromp up and down her steps as usual, as if nothing were ever wrong at all.
Here’s Emma.
And Hannah, who had a bit of a Phyllis Diller thing going on today.
And perhaps that’s the lesson I should take from Maddie’s misadventure: Live life as if nothing can slow you down.
“Live in the moment,” says Maddie. “It’s the canine way.”
