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“I Love Lucy”


“My little dog- 
A heartbeat at my feet.
-Edith Wharton

For those who haven’t meet my little Lucy she is a 4 month or Cairn terrier full of lots of energy and love. 

I understand now why they say dogs are known for helping people live longer. I would add especially if they’re puppy’s. Lucy has me on the move constantly, in and out we go as I work at housbreaking her. She’s doing pretty good. I read in the training book that if they go inside the house it’s not their fault it’s yours for not paying enough attention,  oy vey its exhausting. Than there are the several walks we go on to work some of her energy off. It’s good for me especially since I’m supposed to walk a lot to continue making my new knee stronger. The quote above made me laugh because she is literally at my feet and sometimes we are doing more of a dance together rather then a walk. I have to say my legs are really sore but it’s a good sore that comes from a good workout. I’m getting out in the fresh air a lot more too and that in itself has me feeling great. 

I love my Lucy girl that’s for sure.

“Heel Toe, Heel Toe”


“Heel Toe, Heel Toe”

“There once was a one-legged dragon called Hui.
“How on earth do you manage those legs?” he asked a centipede. “I can hardly manage one!”
“Matter of fact,” said the centipede, “I do not manage my legs.”

I couldn’t help but laugh when I read this ancient Chinese story told by Chuang Tzu. It reminded me so much of what I’m going through as I relearn how to walk correctly trying to manage my own leg.

“Heel Toe, Heel Toe!” No it’s not a dance step. It’s my walking mantra. I walk across the room one minute getting it perfect only to slip back to using my hip instead of bending my knee. I don’t even realize that I’m doing it wrong again. So I try harder to manage my leg. My steps become stiffer as I try to control it. “No! Like this my therapist shows me again “heel toe! You’re just thinking too much into it,” she says.

A patient getting treatment for PT at the same time puts his two cents in, “maybe you should put a shock collar on her to remind her every time she does it wrong!”

“That’s not nice!” I say.

When my session is over my therapist tells my husband to make sure I’m doing it right showing him the correct heel toe movement. “I try to tell her, but she yells at me.” Poor guy is just trying to help me. We both become frustrated at each other because I think I’m doing it correctly, but he has to keep pointing out what I’m doing wrong.

By now my ego is doing a number on me. “See how stupid you are. You can’t do anything right,” it plays in my head.

As I practice again In frustration I try to stop the negative defeating talk going on inside. Heel toe, heel toe I say over and again, and the mantra that it becomes quiets my thoughts. Suddenly I hear my knee telling my hip to get out of the way, but the hip wants to continue to protecting the leg. The knee thanks the hip for all its done to help it heal and get this far, but it’s becoming more of an enabler than a help now. The knee also tells the brain to stop trying to manage what it knows instinctively how to do.

Think of the trouble the centipede would have if another part of its body tried to manage its legs. It would lose its natural flow of rhythm. So I’m no longer trying to manage my leg, but instead working with my knee letting it figure out how to get back to its own natural flow of rhythm. And yes, I still use this mantra that helps in more ways than one, heel toe, heel toe not only gives me a sense of direction it also brings me back to the quiet of my soul.

“Grandma Tell Me Your Memories”


Were you ever biting by a dog?

Yes! But not as a child it was about 20 years ago when Pop and I were going for our daily walk.

There was a Doberman Pincher at the corner house of Marietta and President Ave out with his owner in the yard running loose. When it saw us it came running toward us. I thought he’s just being protective of his property and kept walking. He came up behind me and bite my butt so hard it broke through my clothes and skin.

I always loved dogs, and thought they knew the people who loved them. I’ll never take that for granted again. It took me a while to feel safe again when out walking. I prefer to carry a walking stick now if I’m by myself. Dogs are like people, there are some nice tempered ones, and mean tempered ones. You never know what your gonna get, but you can’t let it keep you from doing the things you enjoy in life. Like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get unless you take a bite and see what’s inside.