Still recovering from a dislocated shoulder - rough-housing with the granddaughter in CO last week. It's definitely more fun being injured while fooling around, than any other way. I think of Miah's laughter and instantly feel better.
Traveling with my arm in a sling wasn't fun. Luckily, no mishaps, despite the rush of bodies intent on making their gate on time at Chicago's O'hare. Tom did play interference for me!
Once home, the reaction from Carmie and Wabby was interesting. They are both very attentive. I could not go with Tom when he walked Carmel, until today. Yes, even walking hurt -till today. Carmel was all confused. Despite her love of walking, she would almost rather not go if both Tom and I aren't present. The days Tom walked her by himself, they did not go far. Carmie turned toward home about half-way through her typical jaunt.
Not so, today. Today we took the long route (not the longest route; neither Carmie or I am up for that!). It was a lovely morning and our old pup was happy to have both of her people along.
Do they understand that I was injured? Are they aware of my limitations? Well, I don't know for sure...but I'm going on record saying, Yes, I think they do. As the primary caregiver, and someone who babies them, they are accutely tuned in to me and how I feel and act.
It's a joy to have pets that baby me when I need it...I think I will heal faster, because of it.