I can’t quite blame Amie–who I have called “the garden killer” totally for what’s happened. But once again , I am not going to get out into the garden in any serious way for awhile.
A week ago, she and I were playing. And she came at me and hit my ankle just the wrong way. It rolled and I fell. She thought I was still playing, even when I was on the floor–because what do dogs know?
Luckily– I think–the ankle is just badly sprained. I say I think not because I didn’t have an xray. I did, and nothing is broken.
But why I am dubious is because 20 years ago, I rolled my other ankle and actually did fracture it. The bones healed in a month. All the soft tissue stuff took 6 months to heal. So I am anticipating another spring of no gardening on my very uneven and rocky ground. Sigh. Amie the garden killer.
But she’s suffering too. She has no idea why Mommy won’t walk her anymore. All she knows is that she doesn’t like it. That makes 2 of us. I miss the walking too.
Gardendaze 
Ugh, so sorry to hear it! Look at that (innocent) little face. Sending healing thoughts.
Thanks for those. She does feel very sorry. But innocent? Not so much! Karla
Face? Where is it? Under all that fuzz? I would guess that the black nose is about the middle of it.
Amie was found on the streets of Philadelphia, so she has a few quirks (like the rest of us). We have to groom her–she won’t let anyone else near her–hence her “creative ” hairdo. I always tell her that she can help me with the house cleaning but no! At least she’s good at catching voles.
Karla