Well, it's been a month since my surgery.  You'd think with all this time on my hands I'd be writing more -- not so much.  Not much to say when  you sit all day with your foot in the air.  Woody has been fantastic -- sits with me every day.  There's a gentle detente between Woody and Max -- Woody will sleep on one side and Max will sleep on my chest.  Max so desperately wants to head butt Woody -- just like he used to do to Kafka but Woody would never tolerate it.  Maxie is desperate to be Woody's BFF -- he just refuses to acknowledge him.  
Emma met Woody.  She said she'd get a dog if she could find one like Woody -- so that's my objective -- find her a Woody-beagle dog.
