Spencer is kicking butt. He is. And I know it. I don’t regret the amputation at.all! But… when we first decided to do it I felt sad at the thought of his amputated leg being thrown away in the trash. And since the surgery, I have had little flashes of the same thing. Not like I’m *crazy* sad about it; but a little twinge of sadness about the thought of his cute paw being thrown away. I know that along with it went that NASTY tumor; but anyway. Like I said. Just my crazy coming out.
On a not so crazy note… Spencer walks down to the bus stop with me each day. I generally don’t have him on the leash for this walk (though I do carry one in case we encounter other dogs or something and I need to get it on him). On our way back from the school bus a squirrel ran by and Spencer TOOK OFF after it. I seriously thought he was going to try to climb the tree! At least for sprints, he has his speed back for sure!!
(ok, edited my CRAZY type-o!!!)