The Sadie saga continues! She got a fresh bandage yesterday, having successfully managed to chew off the old one, in spite of her cone. She’s adjusting pretty well, smiles a lot, and seems perky most of the time. She loves all the attention and sympathy. I can woo her into the elevator with a treat, but she still takes the stairs, and since this is a three-story house, it’s hard on her sore foot.

Today, I took her outside on the leash to do her thing. She stood stalk still in the middle of the driveway, mesmerized by the gobbling

My poor, pudgy beagle! She had to have an operation on one of her forepaws, and it is bandaged in neon pink. Because she would chew on it if she could, she has to wear a plastic cone on her head–hence her new nickname. She holds up her pink foot as if to say, “See? I have an owie.”

I don’t know who’s having the bigger problem adjusting to that cone–Sadie, or me. I would wear it for her, if I could. And I’m counting the days until it comes off. Still, I am profoundly grateful for the care she’s