It's Inky here.
Well, I have been treading water with my little broken knee.
Just no improvements, only limpies. It's been 5 months of boringness.
I don't know why things are so buggered up, but they are.
The other day, I have had it. I put my best "I am a broken soul so please do something and put me out of my misery"-look on and persuaded Pinkie to take me to my favourite place in the world - the beach.
See body of water - must go in!
We came prepared. I had dressed the pinkie in her gum boots so she could brave the freezing ocean waters together with me. I was wearing my special hydrotherapy outfit and so we went to a safe spot, next to the Barwon Heads bridge where the river meets the ocean, with no waves, and firm ground.
Then it was time to really "tread water". Just what the doctor had ordered!!
I can't tell you how good it felt to have the icy goodness swishing and swoshing and splishing and splashing in my leg furs. I love nothing more than the feeling of "beach" between my toes.
Boy, it was hard not to take off and go bananas but I know what my limits are at the moment.
We went up and down a few times and I guess I was a bit buggered after all that exercise.
We headed up to the nearby cafe for refreshments. Overlooking the coast I gazzobled my raw hide bone...
ahhhh, life was good again...
When we got home I was well ready for snoozies...
and since I have become a cripple, the couch seems to be my favourite place.
Ahhhh, thank you, Pinkie.
I needed that....