July 9, 2011
One Facebook post for today:
"In her last life, Allie was apparently either a carousel animal or held a
position on the "tie 'em to the stake" team. We're both a little dizzy
from her leash antics."
Allie is not quite sure what to do on the leash, so she runs circles around me, tangling up my legs. Then she wants to be behind me, making it nearly impossible to figure out how to get back to normal again. But she will come up to me, put her paws on my thigh, and ask to be picked up. I pick her up every time, hoping to encourage her to come to me often.
Later that day, while I am watching "Bones" episodes, Allie wags her tail once and comes to the couch to be petted twice. She also looks happier. It feels miraculous--and tentative. But she's making the effort.
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