Well, I'm finally home, and I don't feel so good. My back hurts and my legs still don't work yet, so I am whimpering a lot. It makes Mommy and Daddy sad, but I can't help it. I'm trying my bestest to be calm, but I'm pretty scared. At least I'm home and not at that scary hospital anymore.
This is the pen that Mommy and Daddy set up for me in the livingroom. It is right next to the Christmas tree. Mommy says that having me home is almost the best Christmas present ever. (The best would be to make my legs work again.)
In my pen I have an orthopedic bed and some grass to go potty on, and my favorite yellow blanket. I also have my wubba. Sometimes when you are feeling sad it is good to snuggle with your wubba.
Thank you to all my DWB friends for the wonderful comments over the past several days. It has really helped me feel better. We have a long way to go, and I have to learn to do something called "rehabilitation." I wonder if that is like agility... Although I heard something about an "underwater treadmill." Surely you jest.
Resting With My Wubba,
Poppy the LBC