Pup's two week convalescence is officially over. Tomorrow I am going to move all the furniture back where it belongs, turn my bed back into a bed and vow never to sit on the hard floor ever again-or at least for a while. Every inch of me hurts.
As for pup, she's fine. She doesn't have the prettiest tummy anymore but I doubt that she cares. With all that hair who's going to see it anyway.
Tomorrow I'll let her have the zoomies all over the yard but today we're still taking it slow. She may be ready to rock and roll but I'm not.