Tomorrow my cast comes off, but today I am reading about elephants, zebras and bushbucks that look like white-tailed deer. (Love, Life, and Elephants by Dame Daphne Sheldrick)
I have to stay quiet on this last day of my bed-rest, even though I would rather be in the woods, hunting for Rhea, a neighbor's dog, a German shepherd-rottie mix with a pink collar, who got loose from her yard a couple of days ago and forgot to return home. KC and I hope her outcome is just as happy as Charlie's was, our large English mastiff, who went missing and was finally spotted weaving down the middle of the road, less than a mile from our house. He didn't reappear from wherever he took shelter for three days, the longest three days of my life. He was already a dear, old man with unwieldy legs, grey jowls and white paws, so it amazes me to think that even after that ordeal, he stayed with us for another year and a half, before we had to say our final goodbyes.