Teenage Wasteland

It's been 4.5 weeks since her surgery and Roo STILL can't do The Running Man, The Roger Rabbit, OR The Dougie.  Worse part about it is that she doesn't even try! This is not for lack of opportunity, au contraire.  I have faithfully supplied her bat like ears with early 90's hip hop any chance I have.  House of Pain, Black Sheep & Cypress Hill are top hits on my Pandora stations.  While I bounce around the apartment, trying to inspire her with my sick moves, what does this bum do?  Step Up in true dance off fashion?  (Believe me, she has watched the movie more than once)  Nope. 

She lays around the apartment.

She watches TV on the couch.

She sleeps until noon on the weekends.

She is one angst ridden argument away from officially turning into a teenage boy. 

Her physical therapy consultation is scheduled Dec 5th at The Animal Medical Center in NYC where she may receive treatments such as: electro-hydrotherapy, underwater treadmills, acupuncture and obstacle courses. Until then we are instructed to walk her as much as she (and the weather) will allow, in order to strengthen those weak hind leg muscles.  Of course, if it starts snowing, we can always enroll in Doga.