K is home

K is home. She has a big cast on her forelimb, and kind of hops along right now. I'm sure that she'll get used to it over the 6-8 weeks she'll be wearing it.

 She settled in with her purple octopus, although lying down seemed to be hard for her.

Then, she decided that she wanted to hang out on the deck with me. I brought out a soft bed and she settled in. So far, she only licked her cast, and it has nasty-tasting "no chew" vet wrap on the outside. She made a funny face and hasn't tried again. I hope that she stays away from it so that she doesn't have to wear the dreaded E-collar!

This morning, while K was still in the hospital, R managed to clear some time in his busy schedule to join me for a short mountain bike ride.  He actually does have a busy schedule now... he's officially been diagnosed as an obsessive-compulsive water drinker (his disease is called psychogenic polydipsia). We're undertaking a behavior modification plan to try to curb his obsessive drinking. But, I'll save that fun stuff for another post!

I thought that he'd cheer me up - and he was successful! I was laughing as the boisterous R tried to wrestle with me when I wanted to hug him! And, as we rode along the trails, we were so out-of-sync that it was funny. As my friend Houndstooth said about one of her dogs, whenever I zigged, R zagged! Fortunately, nobody crashed or got hurt, and, by the end of our ride, we were working almost like a team.

R does things his own way. This is a trick that he learned by imitating K... but he threw in the dramatic look over his shoulder. His shaved belly is from his ultrasound last week.

Atop Hug Hill, we saw a wondrous sight - a dusting of new snow on a peak that we climbed this summer with the full moon setting above it.

 And, later in my ride, I saw even more snow coating a distant high mountain.

These sights made me a little sad. Our world will be in the grips of winter by the time K can even walk any distance. However, I reminded myself how thankful I am that the surgeon could fix K's paw. The worst-case scenario was that he wouldn't be able to fix it, leaving her permanently lame. As of today, we have a chance, a reasonable chance, that she'll run again someday.