So I had brought Eddie out into the yard for some sunlight and external interests. After about 20 minutes of being outside, I started to nap a little beside her. I woke to a wild crashing sound. Confusing, I sat up and looked around to find that Eddie had managed to get herself about 20 feet away from me and headed towards the big walnut tree in our yard.
I couldn't believe my eyes. She was moving across the yard in a series of very unfortunate and painful lunges. She would thrust out her rear legs to push herself into the air. She would come down in her front legs, which would fold underneath her and she would faceplate hard into the ground. It was about one foot of progress per lunge at best, and sometimes not even that.
I ran to pick her up. I wasn't quite sure where she was headed so I walked slowly with her until she turned her head as we passed near the small fruit trees. The ground showed clear evidence that this was her bathroom. I laid her down, and she used the bathroom, then looked up at me to let me know she was done.
I am not kidding you, if I had had a camera handy you would disbelieve how much effort she was putting in to get across the yard to her bathroom. And my yard was big--she would have made hundreds of these lunges to get there. It was amazing. That girl has ten times the class, twenty times the gumption I would have if I were in her shoes.