White Dog found herself lecturing her brother. "Oso Bear, if you remember the entire point of your Limo was to enable you to get around from room to room with us without putting momma in a position of needing to carry you and possibly falling."
Today was a "good" day for Oso. He was clearer headed, more present, and a LOT more impatient with being inactive. His attempts at mobility were fleeting instants before he crashed onto his side, but at least he was attempting to stand...and on a couple of occasions he actually did manage to struggle to his feet. All of this activity was great in the early morning when Steve was here...and later in the afternoon when Michael returned from volunteering. But during the time we were alone, our Little Man was "stuck" in the luxury of his limo or held firmly in my arms as we sat together. This he did not like even with the new benefit of being nearly desktop high as I worked. He was not crazy about being able to do resistance and stretching exercises for his muscles as he lay comfortably in the stroller and I pulled and pushed his limbs and paws and rotated his neck. He even grumped when YoYoMa put his nose against his through the mesh window to offer encouragement.
Despite WD's pep talk and Puff's nearly constant attendance, Oso was VERY glad when Michael came home and crawled around on the floor holding him up as he "walked." Then Steve returned to take him out to the yard and placed him on a mat on the floor which allowed for unrestricted freedom...and the chance to participate more normally in the WDA dance of life.
Today was a good day. I have been told that is the happy chant sung by families of loved ones with dementia (and related diseases) all over the globe. Today was a good day!