About an hour ago, Boscoe got all frisky, went into the playbow and tried to mount Riley.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Those drugs are magic, and he's ambulatory today. Toddling and woozy, but ambulatory. I'm grateful for all your kind comments. I'm off work this week, so I can keep an eye on him and cater to his every need. No walks for two weeks, the vet said. Riley will be in heaven--no more slow meanders in the morning, waiting for his geriatric brother; I can walk him as fast as he wants to go. Up trees! Into bushes! After squirrels!