We've spent those long months carefully resting and then rebuilding K's strength. Her left paw has become so strong that it looks almost normal, despite a missing toe.
We headed out. I pedaled my Fatback snowbike, and K trotted along side me. At first, K didn't waver from her post right next to me. I started worrying that the pace was too hard for her. Then, all of a sudden, she took off ahead of me in a spray of snow crystals. My girl was BACK!
We headed up to Hug Hill, and K continued her ecstatic play. She galloped over the summit.
The only obvious sign of her time away from biking was that she was afraid of my bike, just like when she was a puppy. I had to play some easy and fun games with her next to my bike before she'd pose with it.