By some awful or wonderful twist of fate this week, the hind leg of my daughter’s toy puppy was broken when he got stuck under the ottoman in the livingroom. Now Barney and I each have a bum right leg.
How’s that for sympathy pains? Good dog.
I MacGyvered the best splint I could for Barney. He’s a battery-powered pup that barks and walks; it took some work to get his gait even so he wasn’t barking in circles.
Patching up the puppy pulled me out of my self-pity pit today. A healing moment for both of us.
Den of Positivity 