I knew I had to be gone for 13 hours each today and tomorrow and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Schlo with a dog walker yet. I asked his and my wonderful friends if they could stop in and carry him up and downstairs for potty breaks and meds administration.
Schlomo has had two best friends in his life so far, both are now at the bridge, but they were his best buds. Stevie was a pitbull mix who also loved his cat and Bruno was a Husky that looked like a full blown wolf.
He was really excited to see his friend, Stevie’s Mom, stop by. She gave him meds and took him outside, he walked a couple of buildings and then was happy to be back up here.
But apparently Bruno’s Dad brought the magic juice. Schlomo did not want to stop walking. He didn’t run, he took breaks, but he didn’t want to stop. His right knee wobbled, we know this. Bruno’s Dad helped him get to the park with breaks and some minor carrying but he made it. And he was SO happy. I of course freaked out hearing that, thinking he over exerted himself and that he might have injured himself more but he is happy as a clam. I’m icing his knee right now as he is passed out. But I haven’t seen him this happy since before the surgery. I teared up when they sent me this picture of Schlomo in the park…
More visitors for him tomorrow.
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