My Baby Is Hurting

And it’s making me hurt.

She's shaved.
And swollen.
And wine-red bruised.
And sutured. (Seriously, who did these stitches? Dr. Frankenstein?)
And, worst of all, humiliated.
No, I mean, really humiliated.
Seriously, y'all.

I’m sorry, Violet!

Worst: no walks, no wrestling, no nothing—just going out to go potty FOR A MONTH. Week 5, I can walk her for five minutes twice a day. Week 6, ten minutes. Etc.

I’ve been vexed by how to get Redford enough exercise during the day so he won’t harass Violet and tear up her bionic knee at night. I tried doggy day care for two days last week, but it was expensive, and he wasn’t even tired when he got home.

Fortunately, Theresa, my friend’s mom and my neighbor, offered to watch Redford during the day while Violet’s recovering. We tried it today.

That seems like it's going to work.