Leo T. Lab Update

It was weird not tripping over a big, chocolate brown animal sprawled on the landing this morning. Weirder still how spry my legs felt after a night of not being contorted by the space sucking presence of an eighty pound dog at the foot of the bed.

At the very least, I should feel rested from not being woken at two in the morning for Leo's nightly trek out to the yard to pee and bark. Not so much. I was still up at two, trudging downstairs to find the number for the animal hospital so I could check on Leo's progress. For the third time since he had come out of surgery, I'm embarrassed to admit. He is doing well, and I can't wait to go see him the minute the doors open for visiting hours at ten this morning. My daughter plans to be dressed and ready to go with me -- on a Saturday morning. Now that's love!

Up until last night, I thought I was in love with my chiropractor, but as it turns out, he's got nothing on the animal lovers who are taking care of Leo. I am now hopelessly in love with three desk clerks, five veterinary nurses, an emergency care doctor, and a veterinary surgeon. The kindness -- not just to the patient but to the humans -- was simply overwhelming. Ten amazing women versus one man with magic hands. A tough choice, but right now, no contest.

And then there are the supportive emails and messages from my friends, and the offers of help (and actual help -- thanks Beth!). I'm feelin' the love guys, feelin' the love! No worries -- Leo is a tough old bird, and my money's on him. I will give him extra hugs, and, if he could talk, I'm sure he'd send extra licks and crotch sniffs everyone's way!