Bounding and Rebounding

Within 24 hours of her surgery Emily was back to her usual self, a little puzzled by the addition of the t-shirt, and her digestive tract obviously dealing with the antibiotcs (verging on TMI here, so I shall Say No More), and wanting to play play play. Since she's on leash-walk-only until the stitches are out, she's itching for more activity than allowed; I have to keep reminding her that in Dog Years she's older than I am (to which her unblinking response seems to be "you still play. Why can't the poor, pathetic dog play too?"

I guess I'm just mean.