So I am learning that I can make my body move pretty well given the exercises the physical therapist is giving me to do. I also learned that emotional pain is stored up in the body. If that is true, (it could be), then I have pain that is stored in the right side of my body from some things that my parents did to me. Excessive punishment is all I’ll say about it here.
Also when I was in my early twenties, I was paralyzed for a few hours on my left side. The doctor in the early 80s said it was “just” a migraine. Let me tell you that was quite a scary situation.
So emotional pain – check, physical soreness – check, and now for the dog pictures.
This is the little girl that is making my life so much better by just being in it. A 12 pound chihuahua mixed dog about five years old. She was found wandering around Carson City.
It took awhile before she decided that I was a safe person to trust. I have been around rescued dogs before and when they finally trust you, they are the greatest dogs.
Foxy is modeling an emergency management coat that I found on the sale rack at one of the pet stores.
I don’t normally dress dogs, but in this case, it is in honor of my late-hubby, died Sept 2014, who worked in NV Division of Emergency Management. He would have found this outfit amusing and then would have told me to take it off this pretty girl.