Toy....or Oracle of Wisdom?

I rescued a dog today. Actually it was one of those little toy dogs with the bobbly head and cheap felt fur. He was buried under a pile of contracts and after a short discussion with the associate who owned him, we both agreed he would have a better life on my desk.
And he is a fine little thing. Deep blue glass eyes staring at me adoringly while I attempt to decipher my fee earner's handspewn amendments and make calls to print rooms whose staff are on a permanent cigarette break.
The best bit is the bobbly head. It only ever nods 'yes'. Thus he answers all my questions: 'Shall I have a beer after work?' 'Do I have better things to do?' and more importantly (and truthfully) 'Is my boss an idiot?'

Nod nod nod

Hypothetical question

What if....

What if you had a stroke and lost the use of your limbs? What if you lay in hospital unable to move for months, with only the worst of daytime television for company? What if you contracted gangrene from an unsterilised toothpick that you used to pick the gunk beneath your nails and as a result both your hands had to be amputated at the wrist? What if, after a long time, you began the slow, hard rehabilitation process towards regaining your movement and had to start learning everything all over again? What if you had to learn to write with your stumps, holding the pen unevenly and trying desperately to draw the letters of your name?

What if you managed it and it was more legible than the handwritten amendments I received from my fee earner this morning?