He was such a good boy at the vets. No howling or whining. He did take his meds like a gentleman. They think it's because he's used to it all. But I say, he's well raised.
In the evening he had a little fever, I think, because his head was warm and his nose was dry and warm too. He's moved into the living room, with a special place reserved for him. He likes it. Dinner was devoured in an blink of the eye. So his appetite is good.
Can you tell that I'm happy?
Too bad that the weather turned nasty tonight. It's raining ice pellets right now. It's hard enough with good conditions to get him outside for a pee, but now, holy cow, getting up and down the stairs is a debacle.