Today's session with my therapist went better. I told her I wasn't going to leave Teddy in the bathroom anymore. Instead, when I go to the dining room, I will leave the wheelchair in the hallway after I leave my room and have my walker handy nearby. Shelly was satisfied with that solution. So all is well. Poor Teddy was so PO'ed at me, I felt terrible. He was well behaved during his imprisonment. He wasn't crying at all and did not tear anything up. The little guy was such a super trooper.