Three legged doggie

In a recent event, Onion Ring has damaged one of his hind legs. Specifically speaking, but maybe not medically precise, he has dislocated one of his shoulder sockets. It happened after an exciting shower time, when the doggie got so excited, and landed wrongly on the hard floor. In retrospect, I was also partially responsible since my belly muscle might have contributed to the speed with which he was bounced back to the ground after he jumped to give me a push. Remember a saying like "some small event can determine the outcome of the whole war", this incident has also changed his life for ever.

The doctor's verdict was that Onion Ring was to have his leg back into the socket, but unless he stopped the reckless way of his in jumping around, the same event was bound to happen again. Several scenarios could happen: 1. By miracle, the dog understood what the doctor said, and changed his way of behaving, and became a placid dog; 2. The dog breaks his leg again, and needs a surgery to replace the sack; 3. The dog stops using his wounded leg altogether. None of the above, NONE, would enable him to be the same again. Our poor doggie, is therefore, going to lose his trademark: jumping around like crazy. We were so sure the second scenario was to occur, but on the contrary, even though his bondage was taken off, Onion Ring still walked around with three legs. Therefore, the correct answer is No. 3!!

How can he function like this? Wouldn't he prefer to use all four legs when they are all accessible? Intrigued by his choice, I looked it up with two key words: three-legged dogs. And I discovered a whole community of dogs who only have three legs. Some of them lose one of the front legs, and some of them lose one of the hind legs. I drew a conclusion from these observations: four legs are not necessary for a dog's survival at least in a domestic environment, however, losing one of them jeopardizes their complete functionality: we have to carry Onion Ring to get in our bed now:(

Even though Onion Ring walked around in a funny way these days, I am sure he does not think there is anything funny about his whole situation. His spirits, which we used to cherish and complain about the same time, are compromised. Hopefully, one day, he will recover completely, to be a happy doggie once more, who thinks he can take on the world...... without the jumping and barking part, of course!

Spring time for the backyard

I am sorry this is not necessarily true for some of you, my friends and family, but in houston, we are deep in spring time, which means no snow, no sweater, suns all the time, flowers blooming everywhere, and everyone gets their lazy asses up and drives down to a home store: it is time to do gardening!! I certainly did my share, and I know that because my body muscle hurt for a week afterwards.... Here is a picture as proof, see those nice flowers on the corners next to our beautiful deck (Thanks, Papa for giving us a beautiful deck, we enjoy it all the time). But I still have half of the work to go, because inexperienced as I was, we miscalculated the numbers of bricks we needed for the border:) I am sure that happens to everyone, right?



So we put the flowers we haven't yet put in the soil on the top of two benches around the corner. In this beautiful artistic picture taken by my mom, you can see the angle the artist chose to express her view of the backyard, with the baby in the center of the attention, as always. In this picture, lucas happened to stroll down in a walker near the flowers, and he grabbed one with his tiny hand, in the most unexpected way. I guess it will take some time for him to realize flowers are for watching, not eating. Until then, I hold a firm belief that Lucas is to grow up as a lady's man, picking flowers for his girl friends.