We took our annual girl's trip (which last happened 3 years ago, but one year it will happen annually) to Monterey. Sophia had so much fun playing with her cousins and sharing the bed with her Grandma.
So this is a nice transition into her assessment, where she was having none of the walking business. I felt a bit like that construction worker with the frog cartoon (which I've referenced in a past post with Sophia, I believe). You know, the frog sings and performs in the presence of the construction worker that found him and when the construction worker presents him to theatrical group, the frog just sits there and croaks. So my moment was similar, except Ava didn't croak, but sat there smiling and looking at me like she was in on my game and having none of the showmanship I requested. "Does she take any steps on her own?" asks the Dr. doing the evaluation."Why yes, I'll show you" says the overachiever mother, as she stands her daughter up and says, "see!" while the daughter drops to the floor with a thump and smiles. We went at this game for what seemed like eternity. And then the skeptical doctor asked if we could move on. Ava wowed her with the play time, and the evaluation got an A- (A+ would have been if the little stinker walked on command). The doctor said she doesn't see anything to worry about with Ava, and that I should work with her on walking. Ha. I will say that I know how lucky we are. I write this often enough, because I hope that message is loud and clear. We still have more milestones on the list to meet, but so far Ava is passing with flying colors. I wouldn't be completely honest if I didn't admit that there are days I wait for the other shoe to drop. But those days are outnumbered by the rock star I know Ava is. So the next big milestone is her speaking. But get her around the dog, and she can't stop saying his name. She says "Ruger" so well, I'm jealous that her "MaMa" isn't directed at me with that amount of enthusiasm. Speaking of Ruger, he is almost back to normal. Rick was talking to the neighbor out front the other day, the one that I credit for saving Ruger's life. He asked how Ruger was doing, and just as Rick said, "He's in good shape!" Ruger tries to run after the ball, does a misstep up the curb and face plants into the lawn. Rick corrects, "Well, he's not 100% yet."
I called the Animal Control to find out what happened to the 2 dogs in holding. The female that attacked Ruger was allowed to be released to the owner. They paid the fines, filled out the paperwork and agreed to abide by all the laws to retain a dangerous dog. I am currently waiting for the full report with owner information, so I can send them Ruger's vet bill. If they have that kind of money to bail their dog out of jail and jump through hoops, they have the money to pay the vet bill. I have a feeling it will not go without a bit of a fight from us, but I'm going to be optimistic until i see otherwise. My main concern is that this dog will get out again. I haven't driven into the garage without reliving the whole event, so that dog better stay locked up. The other dog was released to animal control by his owners. I'm sure his fate wasn't as rosy as the main offender's.
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