Reyah has had a long week. Last Sunday she sliced her paw open on what was most likely a piece of glass at the lake. Staying off of that foot to give it a chance to heal hasn't been a walk in the park. Because she can't walk in the park. Or house. Or yard. Or anywhere.
But she thinks she can walk, because she's tough, or stubborn, or something. So this has been her most common reality this week. Somewhat restrained to be kept still on the bed and off her feet, while I get work done in this make-shift office of sorts.
Of course, she is allowed a few daily outings. The deal is that Geoff carries the wounded out into the sunshine and in return she doesn't get up to run around. The first few days this was easier, as even going potty was a major dilemma. Balancing on one rear leg for such a task proved quite challenging. Geoff in particular just couldn't stand watching her pitiful attempts. After a couple days though, she has figured out the three legged walk which proved most helpful.
But Reyah doesn't like to run on three legs. She's tough and wants to try to walk even if she reinjures herself. Which has happened. So, much to her chagrin, Geoff has been her caddy all week. As you can see by her expression above Reyah feels that being carried is very degrading to a dog.
While her unused energy does get the better of her at times, she's overall been an excellent patient.
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