The good news:
The dog is much better. September was "kind of a blur" according to my wife. Indeed. I was pleased to find the dog getting better and myself able to handle the stress pretty well. Managing not to barf or pass out while still keeping the wife and dog calm in the face of all this will forever be a small personal victory for me.
The bad news:
I fell off the wagon and "into the weed(s)" a few times since last posting. I snagged a couple bowls-full a couple of times. From my research, this sort of behavior is not unusual when quitting a bad habit, but neither is it helpful.
The hopeful news:
Boo (the dog) has in a weird way been an inspiration. Greyhounds are designed to run, and quickly. Boo was no exception, and it's a beautiful thing to see greyhounds at full throttle - all four legs leave the ground TWICE in every stride. When she broke her leg several years ago, Boo became considerably less graceful, but once she recovered she was basically the same happy-go-lucky dog she was before. Then she broke the same (never-quite-healed-right) leg AGAIN, and we had to take it off. Now that she's recovered from that, she is again the same happy-go-lucky dog. And if anything, without the bum leg in the way, she's faster than she was post-break-pre-amputation. A-friggin-mazing.
Check this sh!t out:
Dog with broken leg in splint.
Dog with leg removed, wanting to go outside and run around.
Dog with leg removed, still smiling like a goofball.
So. Here's a living thing that for whatever reason has been deprived of one of her most basic functions (or at least strongly handicapped) - and you would never know it from her attitude. So I'm trying to see this as inspirational in that if the dog can be her usual self after losing 1/4 of her legs, I should be able to be MY usual self after "losing" what I did for 1/4 of my leisure time.
Now if only that made things easier.
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