A Day In The Life Of...

For years I have been up and gone before sunrise without seeing my husband in the morning.  It was all about getting in the training before work.  Now, though, Dave gets up and going, and I get Rooney to replace him.  We take over the whole bed and just snuggle the morning away until I have to get up for work.  I am taking advantage of every wink of sleep I can get for now. 

And then there is work, and I love my patients.  I am so busy it hurts sometimes, but I am liking my job more than ever now. 

But somehow I am not only Damie Roberts, physical therapist during the day, but I also must have a sign that says, "Mz. Damie:  will help dogs."  Upon leaving a patient's home on Monday, I had a young man, pushing a shopping cart full of trash in one of my not-so-great areas, approach me about helping him with a dog, which he was leading around with electrical wire.

AHHHH!!!!  What in the world is written all over me that says I will help with all of these crazy projects?  

This is a long story on how I get suckered into these situations, but Dewayne was a young man that could not take care of this dog and really wanted to do the right thing.  So, "Tiger" is now in a better and safer environment thanks to a little luck and a favor I received from a good friend.  And his whole neighborhood now thinks they know "Mz. Damie."  I was even invited to their block party. (But I will pass- might not be my type of crowd :)

So, I think my true job description is "Mz. Damie", physical therapist and dog helper for the local hoods. 

Here is Tiger, on his way to safety.  (after peeing in my car, and then later throwing up on me).  But just like a baby, he just wanted to snuggle in my lap the whole time.  Fantastic dog, and I was happy to help Dewayne since his heart was in the right place. 

So, it appears that my job title is really just "helper" to anyone I encounter while on the streets.  It is making for some interesting days at work.