Brownie was thrilled when I got him 'dressed' this morning 

because he knew that meant he was going somewhere.  

But (not surprisingly) he was considerably less thrilled when he discovered that Alex had taken him for the dreaded nail trim.  On the plus side, Alex redeemed himself later by escorting Brownie on a walk in the afternoon, when Brownie reportedly "peed on everything."

I've done better today walking around the house; there's less pain since I'm using my heel instead of the front part of my foot.  While I do miss having the use of both hands (I definitely need one crutch) at least I don't have to worry about navigating any steps.