Holding Steady

Everyone's doing better. Kayak has normal paws, he's stealing Sonar's bone, rolling around, being goofy. Sonar has learned some new tricks, beginning to understand 'heel' and generally learning that dogs barking is not a death knell. Last night I left the window open and the temp outside dropped below 40 degrees. Inside, at 6am, it was 65. Sonar was freezing. Kayak was loving it. He was sleeping so soundly, with such gentle breathing, that for a moment I feared the worst.

Along with starting on a new diuretic, I've started another adventure with the dogs: feeding them home-cooked food. Ian- I'm a hippie, I know.