Walking Molly Is My Treat

My foot has finally healed up enough to where I can wear the protective boot and take Molly on walks at least down the driveway. We can't go off the beaten path yet like Molly so often likes to do or brawl with the neighbors dogs yet (we are still a couple of months away from being able to do that but the little white dog that took a dump in my front yard this morning has an ass whipping coming to him) but we are slowly getting there. I don't think I will ever be pain free again so Molly and her bad hips and me and my bad feet stagger down the driveway like a couple of wino's on a Saturday night or my old roommate any time of the day, any day of the week. I was surprised at how incredibly important it was for me to be able to walk Molly. You would think I was trying to walk on the Moon but being able to walk Molly is part of the healing process for me, physically and mentally.