Hello, all-
Hear ye, hear ye! Bragging rights . . . Early this evening my dog failed to "produce" for her walker, and then a few minutes ago came over to let me know she needs to go out. The dear daughter is out at a Taylor Swift concert--good for her! I tried contacting a neighbor, but no response (it's kind of late), so I walked the

myself. That means down one flight of carpeted stairs with a sturdy railing with one crutch, leash up, cross a wide street to the grassy park, and voila, dog goes off leash and I start writing this post in my head.
It didn't feel bad! My dog is a VERY sedentary girl, so almost zero danger of her pulling. Still, I won't try this again till at least 3 weeks post surgery (unless I get in same pickle again). But damn glad I could do it. Also wanted to mention I was climbing the stairs one foot per stair. The PT the other day saw me doing this and said to do 2 feet on a stair. I asked, "Why?" and he closed his mouth. Very encouraging to be at this level of can-do with at least
something, 9 days out. After all the pain and waiting . . . . finally a real (and useful) gain.
Here's to the July Sparklers, may all experience a speedy return to power.
Have a great night--
The caped crusader
