This morning I decided I was well enough to go down the stairs by myself. Bad idea! I got stuck in the pet door going from the garage to the backyard. My back is all "stove up" again.
My Mom heard me going down the steps so she came down to check on me. It was a good thing 'cuz I couldn't go ahead or back. She got me out of that fix and back into my taxi and gave me some medicine and some rice cereal. Still, I was all wound up and not feeling good and it was hard to settle down. I was making the pet taxi rock!
After my Dad left for work, I rocked that taxi some more and I got the door open and I dragged myself out of there and went downstairs again and ended up in the garage. It was my second bad idea of the day. My Mom came home at noon to check on me and she was very surprised to find me in the garage. I was cold and worn out. She took me upstairs again and gave me water and food and put me in my taxi. I went to sleep.
Mom says we are back at square one! She called Dr. Espy, too. Looks like I will be taking taxi rides for a while to come. No more stairs!
My Mom hopes I learned not to do too much too soon.
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