Thank you so much, my friends, for all your wonderful holiday cards. I always put them on the mirror where I can see them from my comfy bed. You know what else? Every year when we put away our holiday decorations, I put my cards in the box and that way I can enjoy them again when we get to the decorating activities. Woo hoo!
Dear readers, I was most enthused to see that I had another trip to the physical therapy to see nice Dr. Starr this morning.
Same as last week I got into that weird Harry Houdini type box and in comes the water and I am just kind of hanging and enjoying all the warm goodness and noms when suddenly, I kid you not, MY LEGS STARTED MOVING ALL BY THEMSELVES!
Seriously! I am all like "Hey, Dr. Starr, WTF? Do you see this? Why are my legs moving?" And momma is all laughing at me like oh yeah, big joke because I can see that HER legs are quite stationary.
In order to stabilize my large and not wanting to move much at all self, I found a place to put my back legs that was safe. But damned if my front legs didn't keep moving all bunching me up towards my hindquarters. I had to make totally fake walking motions just to keep from jack knifing.
No fool I, noting that Dr. Starr's legs were not moving I sussed out that if I could put my foot close to hers, then at least one leg would not move. Sadly, my other three continued to roll along downhill and once again I was on the road to nowhere.
Finally I just gave up and moved my entire self in what felt like a pointless waste of energy. It seemed like my legs weighed a ton and I surely would have expired on the spot from the horrible exertion required if not for helper lady and her bowl of cheerios strategically located near my jaws of doom (note, readers, this photo is my bottom, not my jaws of doom - need to work on coordinating my narrative with my photographer).
After about 87 minutes (well, momma says actually after 6 minutes) the world stopped moving, the water drained out, and I was brought back to a state of serenity through Dr. Starr's wonderful massage technique.
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Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Hey! You know momma's all scientific examinations of our exercise program? Well, I have news for you. This week she did EXACTLY THE SAME amount of exercises as before. I kid you not. So much for all those empty promises of longer walks and more funballs action good times. Boo hoo. Momma says I should be happy that she is in such a rut because it means while I might not get more exercise, I likely won't get less either. Whatever.