Murphy seems to be hanging in there. Several times this weekend she went for walks, having to climb over logs, walk over fairly rough rock, around trees. I keep her on leash, feeling her dependence on me, her insecurity because of her blindness. But she was game, standing in the creek when we finally arrived at our "spot," finding a patch of sand to wait for me.
And in my new litmus tests for her, she ate well and slept through the night. Her anxiety seems to be much better despite a losing UW and Seahawk football teams, the Mariners in collapse all summer, and a divisive political scene.
I am proud of Murphy. She isn't giving up.
Murphy's day.
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