We drove to the vet yesterday-2 hours Away--
Beau whined and made life miserable for half of that drive--
When we arrived, Tess would not go in--Two people had to come out and lift her inside-
She told me that she had just "had it" with trips to the vet and all the terrible stuff done to her--poor wee girl!-
Anyway, her legs were measured, and the brace was ordered-
We were so happy to get back home by noon , with NO SNOW FALLING!
-meanwhile, the vet who did her surgery on the other leg , was ranting and raving at me for our decision to not put this poor 10 yr old dog thru another surgery--He feels a brace on the leg is a bad decision on our part---
-Poor old Tess eh?---maybe we will just keep the brace and look at it as something to use if "the moment is right"---
it's an Uber day and I must get to the Dreadmill, which might keep my brain healthy--
-at least that's what they say!
Decisions-decisions---It's so hard to decide to do everything that people tell us--
Is "this" or is "that" the right way to go?
-so hard to be an adult isn't it?---
Lord love a Duck!--
Wasn't life so much easier in those saddle shoe days?---