Today, I am thankful for T's progress.
Just because T has to wear the Elizabethan collar doesn't mean he can't join our climbing adventures. How could we leave our best buddy at home? Anyway, the small wound on his nose is healing nicely so I still hope to remove the collar this weekend.
On this springlike day, we load the truck with backpacks and gear and head to Red Rock Canyon. There, we hike the wide dirt trail to the familiar climbing area. This time, we decide to climb the harder routes in the top rope area.
T does very well. He's pretty much business as usual, exploring grassy areas and sniffing at will. S helps out when the collar catches on a rock or scrub oak branch. When we meet people along the trail, I explain T's surgery - just want them to know that T isn't hurt or dangerous. All the while, T strides confidently with his trademark swagger, very pleased to lead his "pack" to today's adventure.
For this blessing, I am grateful.