I can now get up the steps into the garden - it's great in the sunshine. Now Tyson is back we can chat.
Jackson: "Tyson how do you like the new me?"
Tyson: "Don't know - I can't look"
Shiny coats are supposed to indicate healthy dogs. If they do, then I'm healthier than him (Tyson)!
Ah, well! Back to my life mission - ridding the world of plastic bottles - prefer them to rope toys, balls and everything. He's always been winding me up - no different now - perhaps he hasn't noticed I'm now a tri-ped
(Owner's note Jackson seeks and finds plastic bottles and carries them around two or three at the same time. Never had that with any of our others).
Back to basking in the sun
Jackson.
Sunday pm
I am really getting into things again now.
Tyson P & I went on a joint walk yesterday afternoon and this morning. It is quite exhausting though and I find10 minute bursts of energy quite enough - I come back very tired. This 'hopping' seems to take a lot more out of me than the old way.I am lucky very nearby we have a place with big areas of mown grass (as I shouldn't be there I can't tell you what it is used for) which helps take the shock of my front leg when it thumps down.
Unless I find a big tree, cocking my leg up is difficult. With the big tree I can sort of balance with the cocked leg leaning into the tree. I suppose it looks weird (P - yes it does).
Tyson is a pain - keeps shoving a stick at me to wind me up - I reacted like I used to at first but found turning in tight circles caused me to lose balance; now I let him get on with it. At least now we can go out together its easier on P&D as they don't have to walk us in shifts.
Nearly everything I could do before I can do now - but my "trademark" high 5 is out I think. Good that Lablover (forum name) has got another daffy lab to carry on the tradition.
I hope my progress has replaced any sadness with cheeriness - sorry for blurring last week; everyone that had fuzzy screens, please be happy for me now. The bruising has now nearly disappeared and the stitches appear to be doing their job well. Some dog hair restorer to cover the bald bit would help stop people saying "Aw poor thing" - it looks a lot worse than it is really. Given the amount of dog hairs I seem to generate normally (D calls me a fur factory) I won't be bald for long.
I have just seen "Beautiful Bridget" in her sweater / jumper perhaps I sould get Judith to knit me one. Think the yellow is a bit attention-seeking for me but it certainly suits B (who is beautiful but smaaaaall).
I bounce around the house, greet everybody I know with a vigorous tail wag. Yes! I now feel back to my happy old self. This afternoon I even barked to frighten a stranger who came to the door (that seems my job as Tyson is a bit of a wimp). I intend to enjoy life while I can - you never know what the future may hold. (P&D: our fingers and toes are crossed about that). As soon as I get permission to go haring off, I'll get my fitness back - promise.
Thanks for all the interest & kind thoughts; you have all been marvellous I know you helped to P&D through a difficult time early last week. I'll keep posting any interesting pictures of my progress.
HAPPY Jackson
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