Waiting

It's 3:36pm PST. Today is when the vet is scheduled to call to share results of Ramona's biopsy.  For humans, the past week has been miserable. I've been a black hole. Bill worried. Friends calling, emailing and texting, wondering. Ms. Mona by the nature of being a canine is oblivious. Her leg is still tender and she doesn't put too much weight on it. However, that doesn't stop her from wanting to run down two flights of stairs but we don't. The elevator is our friend.  I watch carefully as she jumps into and out of the 4 Runner, teaching hear to first jump onto the floor board and then climb into the back seat. Once in the car, she assumes the position of leaning against the back of the seat with her head out the window, watching the world pass.  She's learned to eat a spoonful of peanut butter and still manage to spite out the pain pills.  She's one smart dog.  And so we wait.  Tick Tock.