Tootsie Celebrates Recovery

I did not get into any mischief this weekend. I celebrated my renewed health. I played Frisbee.

But only one fetch. I've been sick, after all, and I want to take things slowly.

 

I had a little sun therapy.

I wrote thank you notes to my entire vet team to thank each one of them for saving me, including special PET MOBILE vet Dr. Ward, Dr. Bowes at North Idaho Pet Emergency Clinic, Dr. Vogel at Pend Oreille Vet Services, and special tech Brenda. Then I spent quiet time, burrowing.

I woke up to see a work of art by Robens Napolitan, which Mom purchased to celebrate my recovery. (See how you read this painting and then see how reading in different directions changes the meaning.)

 

Usually, I'm told "to sit"! Seduto, bassotto!

 

Robens and her husband Tom Kramer are both artists and often collaborate. Check out their mandalas and fantastic other work. I love their "Dogmind Mandala." Robens is also a wonderful poet.

To further celebrate my recovery, Mom got her first pedicure ever and had her stubby little toenails painted. Truffle said he would prefer not to have his nails painted. He's a dog. I would prefer not, too. Just like what Bartleby would say.

My fur brother and I went on walkies. The snow has finally melted enough for us to have Mom take us on our regular loop.

And then we had a slumber party!