I Can Fly

Molly and I were out for our afternoon walk yesterday and she pulled up lame. She hurt her back left leg somehow and the steps we have to climb up, there are fifteen of them, are pretty steep. Molly dutifully tried hobbling up a couple of steps and then she just quit. She couldn't make it. Molly has never been accused of being a lap dog and I have never really picked her up and held her so that left me in a real dilemma. We had to get up the stairs somehow. I picked her up and started walking up the steps. She wasn't thrilled with the new method of travel but I didn't have any other options. She went spread eagle and if Superman would have had a dog, I am sure he would have looked something like this. We made it up the stairs, she was thrilled beyond belief to be on solid ground again, and i was happy I didn't get bit.