It’s been a year since Shrimpy burst her CCL. Against the horrible odds, she hasn’t burst the other knee (yet…hopefully never, but I don’t want to jinx it). A little grayer around her muzzle is the only outward sign she shows from the ordeal. I might yell across the house (often), “knees are expensive!” when I think rough housing is getting a bit too rough, but there’s no way possible we could be where we are today with her recovery without the help of Dr. Stallings and the amazing staff at the COVE. She’s back to her normal self. She hasn’t lost her love to swim, play and run in the yard. But, most importantly to her, she can follow me wherever I go.