More rain, more birds

Boscoe, as I type this, is huffing and leaping (as much as he can leap) around the living room, going into the play bow, trying to get Riley to get off his butt and play with him.  He has slowly and steadily gotten better since we increased his insulin dosage two weeks ago and now, except for his wonky back leg, he is almost back to where he was before he got so sick in February.

He's eating his own food, taking his medication nicely, in a Pill Pocket (no more buttered toast!), and even coming up the back stairs under his own power once in a while.

Doug starts a new job in early May, one with longer hours and more stress, as all new jobs involve, so we'll see how the morning routine changes. In the meantime, he's off this week and next, and it's terrific having him around--the boys get attention, everything feels much more leisurely.  That'll change, but we're enjoying it for now.

Today I'm flying off to Grand Forks for two days to do talks at the newspaper and the university and hopefully sell a book or two. It's raining here, though sunny there, I think, and this morning Riley and I walked around the lake in the drizzle and spied on egrets, cormorants, herons, loud, brash Canada geese, and ducks--oh, so many ducks. They are in courting phase right now, and you see them wandering in the oddest places, up hills and amongst trees and far from the water.

When the rain comes down hard, they huddle on the soggy hillside and look just as miserable as everyone else.