Creature comforts

Chad's been getting along fine since his surgery. (On Tuesday, they ended up replacing the ACL and repairing the meniscus, so he can't be on that leg for a month.) He was in a lot of pain yesterday but today has been better. He's been walking around more steadily and figuring out how to do small things like get in a car, wash his face and carry things around while holding his crutches.

As a sidenote, the saddest thing that's happened these last three days...Chad was so excited yesterday to make himself breakfast. He painstakingly figured out how to prop himself onto the counter to crack and scramble the eggs, heat the pan and put in cheese and meat. And then, as his omelet was almost finished, he gave me the most pathetic look and said, "How am I supposed to get this plate to the table?"

But for the most part, the last few days have actually been pretty mundane, with me playing fetch (the remote, a glass of water, his meds, a blanket, a pillow, his wallet, his Blackberry, more ice...), except for something earlier this evening.

To set this up: Lucy has never, ever been allowed on our furniture. And she never even considers hopping up there either.

But tonight while Chad was using a machine that bends his leg back and forth, which is pretty painful, she kept sneaking closer and closer to the couch. And then I found them like this:


I never really bought into the theory that dogs can sense people's emotions, but I'm not sure how I could explain it otherwise. I know Chad is happy that Lucy's hanging out with him, and I'm sure she feels like she's helping out. Somehow.