My life of late has come down to a simple equation explained rather matter of factly by physics. That doesn’t make the reality any easier to endure.
Tripod (and apparently overweight) dog + stairs to get outside + my general weakness and numbness in arms = Huge fail.
Ella, our mutt mix, being the elite athlete she is, tore her right ACL this week. She’ll have surgery and be on the DL for a few weeks.
In the meantime, she’s hobbling. And I’m hobbling. And together our hobbling has made for some high drama in our household.
She’s managing better than I am. And Nick, well, he’s earned so many gold stars this week (and every week). Fingers crossed he stays healthy.
One, Wild & Precious 
I’m so sorry! Poor Ella. If there’s anything we can do to help, you know we’ll be there!
help me talk nick into one of those doggy butt-wheelchair devices!
Strangely, my old poodle Toulouse began hobbling around spastically about the same time I did. At first, I wondered if he were mocking me in some perverse, French-mime way, but it turns out he had some kind of infection, which has passed with time and antibiotics. His disability remains, and we are quite entertaining to watch when I take Toulouse out to relieve himself, if you like that Grand Guignol kind of thing.
that has to be quite the sight! me lifting ella would be funny if it wasn’t fraught with danger.