The Immovable Object

When Molly plants herself somewhere now, she is not moving unless the urge seriously strikes her. The only motivation she seems to have any more is when she needs outside to go to the bathroom and when she needs to eat or get a drink of water. I have to be honest, that is a lot of my motivation now too and I suppose we both have legitimate excuses but at least I will get up and move out of her way. I have to try to navigate my crutches around her, crawl across the top of her to get in the bed, scoot her over six inches so I will have some bed to lay in, and generally accommodate her every whim. Yes that is my fault but she is an old dog and she is the diva.