Since it is all about Rockefeller here lately, I decided he would fit this week’s theme, “mine”. His surgery is fast approaching but it couldn’t come soon enough because it is so hard to watch him hobbling around on three legs…although, I must say, he hobbles pretty well. Everything we do is minimized now–no long walks, no jumping, no stairs. I can already feel the muscle atrophy in his injured leg. But he is definitely all “mine”. Of course, I willingly share him with Brett, but Rockefeller is my dog–mine.
We took him with us this last weekend to help my parents move into their new house. Just before we were getting ready to leave my brother and family stopped by. My brother could not believe the devotion he observed in Rockefeller towards me. Of course my brother thought it was “not normal, something is not right with that dog”. But I don’t think of it as abnormal at all. He’s just my buddy, that’s all. And hopefully this little companion of my heart will soon be on the road to complete recovery.