Better with dogs

The outing to the doctor's office was made better by the company of the driver's dog. The appointment itself was a bureaucratic hoop: for Medicare to cover PT, my mom had to be seen by her healthcare provider. My mom's answers are always interesting.
How do you feel?
I feel fine.
Do you have any pain?
Yes, I'm in terrible pain.
Where does it hurt?
No response. Then she puts her hand to the back of her head. We know she has arthritis in the cervical spine. Never a mention of the hip. So her PCP ordered a cream for the neck.

Two more weeks, another x-ray, then maybe with PT she'll get back on her feet.