A second chance before a second chance

Yesterday didn't quite go as planned: in the best way possible. Instead of becoming a tri-paw I got one last day on four. And I gotta tell ya, it was EVERYTHING.

The surgery was postponed a day because a test came back later than expected. Good news, though: the result showed that the bump on my head (no...not my dorsal fin — the other smaller and far less cool bump) turned out to be whole lotta nuttin'. So we got the green light for today.

But it was a beautiful day, Dan blew off work and we took a little adventure.

We left the vet and walked up Roncy. This crew stopped us to admire my pink, easter-egg adorned bandage and we got to chatting. I hope Milo and Noah have friends like these guys when they grow up — and that they're in school at 2:30 on a Monday.

From there, we went to the subway. It had been a while since I rode the rails, and it was just as I remembered. Of course, I took the opportunity to meet some new people.

Those last two people have two dogs at home. I sometimes wondered what it would've been like to share Casa Yurkenbaum with another pooch. I wonder if all this has the peeps thinking about my heir apparent? I'm guessing he or she will be another French Water Dog. Obviously, Dan and Tiia would have move to the couch — four in the bed isn't an option.

We got out of the subway and went straight for Cedarvale park. I love it there. I didn't always though. Leaving Trinity Bellwoods was tough. But then I got to know the lay of the land. I discovered the back path. I rolled around in a dead animal or two in the ravine. And I made a few new friends. I got to see Jenn, a dogwalker and an OPB (original park buddy) of mine. She's been walking for years and she's had a few of us three-feeters. She always knows exactly what to say. And she nailed it.

"Maui. You're fit. And you're tough. You're gonna be fine." 

I believe her.

After that, I was okay with this being my last four-legged walk.  I'll learn to do it on three. I'll learn to do a lot on three. Pooing should be interesting.

From there, it was a sun-soaked stroll through the hood, and then home to the young'uns.

And that pretty much sums up life with these two. Milo and I love to share space. We're comfortable just being. Noah's right up in there. Both equally awesome.

And then evening...and then morning...and then...

See you on the other side.

BTW: If this is you, I have a few questions.