We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Mom came through the procedure despite her general frailty. Brand-new stainless steel hip. A little confusion from the morphine: "Where are my dogs?"
Thanks for your good wishes for the gal. Heading back over there this morning, then will make dinner for Dad. Making plans today to get her back into good shape at a joint rehab place in a couple of days.
Told my Dad we should get them twin beds at a rehab. He could definitely use 4 hrs of PT plus exercise and three squares daily, for a couple of weeks.