I Need 1,000 Dogs to Kiss Me!

My routine has been altered now that I am sporting three broken foot bones. I didn't feel any pain for two and a half weeks. Now I have to pop the ibuprophen every 4 hours and I hesitate to lug the vacuum cleaner up from the cellar. Walking the daily loop downtown hurts like hell but I do it anyway and take my time because I refuse to be a hermit. This too shall pass. A friend gave me a tray of brownies. The best gift in the world. How did he know. I normally ignore sweets but crave them since the pain kicked in. I need 1,000 dogs to kiss me!