Ninety-one days of nurse maiding and my better half and I are up, out and slowly ramping the old routine. This weekend brings first days off leash and interactive.
Last evening was first ocean beach walk of the year, today a re-introduction to our usual venue in the town woods. The old fart is looking good, if baggy and trembly from muscle atrophy. Sure warms my heart to watch him go about again. Impossible to have harsh human thoughts when walking with my boy.