Once home Gail did physical therapy in the form of cooking. I swear, those are her words, and thankfully her soup. She did need to sleep downstairs for a bit, Bean was torn where he should go but ended up with me upstairs as that's where his treats are. The ice on the driveway was no obstacle when she had micro spikes on the boots and razor-sharp points on the crutches.
We're glad to say she's walking to and from work again, and walking Bean. In the few months I was on all his walks I only lost him this one time while taking a picture to document the snow depth from a storm. She's got him under control as spring works its way back.
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