In case you were wondering how George is doing, I’m happy to report that he’s doing well and is pretty much back to normal! Thanks to all our friends for the good wishes and healing thoughts 🙂
After the first week of compulsory rest and self-pity, things started to brighten up by last Wednesday. In spite of having to take ‘treatment brakes’ and wear baby socks (see pictures below), my little boy has gradually been able to use his foot more and more and, eventually, resume his lunch walks and play roughies with his dad. Consequently, his spirits lifted to new highs, too.
And then came Sunday and the first (and probably last) snow of the winter… We couldn’t have ordered a better present for George to celebrate his recovery. We all woke up really early and went out on the field, to make sure that we’re the first ones to leave footsteps on the pure snow. As Brianna says, “I want to be the first to trash the snow”. George ran around like crazy and got involved in our snow fights by trying to catch the flying snowballs and eat them.
After a little warming up break in the house, the humans went outside to trash more snow (in the front garden, this time) and make a snowman.
Then we released the whippet in the back garden and had one more snow fight until he surrendered and asked to go inside.
What can I say… It feels good to be back to normal and, although most of the snow has already melted, the snowman has lost his head and none of us like the dirty slush in the street, we’re happy. Very happy.