Almost There

June 15 is the unofficial "all healed" date, if there is such a thing, so we're closing in on that. Theoretically, Ginger isn't supposed to be off the leash until then though I have certainly let her in the yard (which is small) unsupervised. She also did escape once before school, but with the kids loaded in the car and me pulling out, she came back in a hurry.
Her left leg juts out at a funny angle, and she is woefully out of shape compared to before the accident but overall appears to be healing well. I miss her energy and it makes me nervous when she does things differently--like today, when she didn't even bother getting up from her spot on the rug when I came in the door. I took so many of those things for granted, and while I'm thrilled that she doesn't make a humongous effort to get outside every single time the screen door is touched, I worry she's losing her doggy mojo. I hope she has a long and happy adulthood; I could definitely get used to her just curled up at my feet on the ride to the mountains, as she did this weekend, instead of her hyper attempts to jump around the car, and I love seeing her settled on the porch, watching the birds at the feeders with me. So I'm hoping today's lethargy is post-mountains sadness and exhaustion and not anything more serious.
I also wish we had done more of the physical therapy suggestions with her. The leg still seems stiff but after the pins and plates perhaps it was naive to hope for anything else. And in probably unrelated news, her hair is just falling out in tufts. Very strange.