Today’s Bear’s “Bearday” — the anniversary of my adopting her three years ago, plagued with doubts though I was.
The rest is history.
So… for her “Bearday” party she, Bailey and I went for a walk along the Rio Grande, a shady trail that’ll be open until March. YAY!!!
On the way back I encountered a woman with a big Chow-chow mix. We both stopped. She said, ‘Tell you what, I’ll go over here to the side of the trail and let you pass.”
I said, “Thanks. I have one kind of bad leg.”
She said, “Oh, I know what you mean. I just had a knee replacement six weeks ago.”
I thought, “Holy shit, woman, you’re amazing!” I said, “Wow. You’re doing great.” Everything I’ve read about knee replacement says rehab is slow compared to hip replacement. I didn’t dare walk my dogs until six weeks after my surgery. I felt like a wimp. Then I said, “Hip replacement, 11 weeks ago.”
“You’re doing great!” she said. “Dr. Trepi?” (Local doc in Alamosa who did her knee)
“No, I went to the Springs. Dr. Szuszczewicz.”
Meanwhile our dogs stared at each other across the 50 or so feet between us.
“Oh. OK, let me move over here.” She vanished from sight (but not from smell; Bear was very excited to meet a new person and dog).
When I reached her, we continued our conversation and I explained I couldn’t let Bear off leash so our dogs could play. “She’d catch a scent and I’d never see her again.
“I’ve seen you before,” she said, “on the other side?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ve seen you.” We introduced ourselves, then said goodbye and headed in our opposite directions, and I thought; “There’s at least ONE other old lady getting new, titanium parts so she can walk her dog.”
And I was happy. So now the “Pepsi” generation is more like the titanium generation.