My workouts

Once a week, I go to Scout's House to work out. I'm up to seven minutes on the water treadmil, with the water right up to my boxer belly. I've done hurdles, figure-eights around cones (I don't like this one very much so I just sit down, look in the other direction, and hope it all goes away), and yesterday they had me walking on an air mattress. That's just weird.

I feel a little better. I'm not wearing traction boots on my frito-feet as often as I used to, and my TSW (time spent wiggling) is on the rise. I really freak out when I see the leash, and that lady who holds it is worried I'll fall down during my leash dance, so now the leash is kept in the back of the house so it can be put on while I kidney-bean around wildly on an area rug, and then we walk on a short leash through the house and out the front door. Outside! OUTSIDE!

Easter milestone

I'm feeling more stable on the hardwood floors. On Easter morning, I felt so good I jumped right up on the bed, which I haven't done in a long time, to make sure everyone got up on time. That lady who sleeps in the bed gave me the best belly rub ever! Then I got a whole hardboiled egg all to myself.

I like Easter.