Hello. It’s me!
Waiting. That’s what I’m doing these days.
Waiting for Mom’s wrist to heal so that we can do stuff.
Sometimes her wrist hurts, and I feel bad for Mom.
I try to do something to get the time to go by faster.
I get so bored waiting for a normal environment that I just ask Dad if I can sit outside in glorious 80 degree temperatures.
Maybe … just maybe … my best friend will show up!
Therapy-wise, Mom goes twice a week to get her range of motion back in her wrist. Once that returns, she’ll work on restoring strength. She can already grasp a big beverage with my likeness …
Mom and Dad also participate in other forms of therapy …
So that’s the way things are going here during the past month … quite honestly like the Rolling Stones, I’m just waiting on a friend.
Dash the Dachshund 
Sounds like you have waiting down to an art. Hang in there little buddy. Smoochies from your Cedarcroft family.
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This is so cute, hope your healing time goes fast sweetie, our best Aunt Jill
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Yeah Dash, but just think about your mom for a minute. Talk about waiting…. and waiting…. and waiting. You have it soooooo easy compared to her. Just sayin’….
Still… you are pretty darn cute! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Dash, you might suggest to Mom and Dad that there is the Weirdest Stuff sale in Tucson tomorrow, the next day…now that would occupy one’s mind for a day of vendors with the Weirdest Stuff. Never know. They might even find a something highly unusual that would satisfy the curiosity of even you Dashie. Mom could hold that arm the “waiting” hand is on close just to be safe. hugs.
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