A Sunday of Work and Rest and The Pug
I haven't been feeling all that well the past couple of days and, it turns out, Allyson has brought disease into our home. I have been taking it easy since Friday night in order to avoid a bought with this pesky virus. Yet, it turned into a sunny day today and I headed outdoors for a little while with Serendipity. We walked around the block a few times - sniffing, digging, and doing our business. (She did the sniffing and whatnot, I was merely there as a guardian but I can't help but feel involved.) As we made our way, barking at the odd speeding vehicle, I began to reflect on our little bundle of fur. It is amazing that only a couple of years ago, Serendipity's future was up for grabs. She went through three major operations within a six month period and, one of those operations, had a small chance of success.
Her recovery from her spinal surgery, hip surgery, and her spaying (sure, spaying a dog is routine these days, but after two other surgeries, it wasn't for her since she had already been sedated prior) has been nothing short of miraculous. Each time we visited the vet, they were ultra-careful with her as they felt a small dog like her may not survive the constant sedations, operations, and general stress these kinds of things bring.
It seems like such a long time ago. Our major worries these days are whether or not she chews one of her less savoury bone-toy-things and leaves disgusting piles of smelly slobber on the sofa. I suppose no matter what kinds of experiences she has, she still maintains her core essence of being a dog.
And, now, she is attempting to bite my foot... on that note, good night.
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