“I like your neighborhood, Sunny. Nice and quiet for evening walks. Come. We have work do to.”
***
I suppose I should have chosen surgery over a career in medical research. Something about my controlling demeanor which is gratified in having a human form completely subject to my whim.
These thoughts divert as I prepare. I lead Sunny to my assembled framework of pipes. The nose leash is tied overhead and tightened to the shorter pipe at the front. I then release the double ‘D’ clamp holding her elbows and use two more cords to attach her arms to each of the longer overhead pipes to the sides, right and left. I adjust, taking in some slack to force Sunny to bend at the waist... which wickedly stresses her nose leash and greatly increases immobility.
“Spread your feet. Steady yourself.”
