Wonderlust: I am finally well enough to bathe Lucas

I know, I know, many of you must be thinking "why on earth would you want to be well enough to scrub the dirty monster!" Granted, the whole bathing a water-hating-I-rather-die-than-have-you-shampoo-my-hair- little-mongrel-doggie-monster does have its down sides: from the tangled poop (don't ask) to the tangled twigs in his butt (really get a short haired dog), down to the struggle to get him to stop curling into a tight ball when I am trying to dry his hair; but it's the commonness of it that's beautiful. For the first time in a over a month I was able to hold my dog and painstakingly extract pieces of my garden from his hair. I spent the time to free him of all tangles and even styled him to perfection.

A few weeks back the idea of standing for more than a few minutes, lifting my arms, or even lifting Lucas was unthinkable. Today I used my arms without pain, bent down without effort, stood up without hesitation, and spent precious time taking care of my constant companion. It was also a relief to see that he still hates his bath...it brings a sense of normalcy to my life; perhaps even a sense of peace and hope that things will once again be as they were before (if not better).

And now for you enjoyment and Lucas eternal embarrassment, here are some pictures of my wet, shampooed, and blow-dryered doggie. (Lucas, please forgive me for sharing these with the world!)