And so to prove me wrong Boscoe has a very good day

At the appointment on Thursday, the vet had suggested we dial back the insulin about 1/2 unit. His glucose numbers were good, except for the first one (the one taken shortly after administer of insulin)--it was too low.

So we did that, and yesterday we seemed to see a difference.  He was more alert.  He didn't eat his breakfast any more robustly than usual, but he walked better.  We took him and Riley out to Doug's sister's house, and he loved being out in her yard, which is much bigger than ours; he toddled around and when Riley went darting past, chasing a Frisbee (ineptly) or just racing in circles (expertly), Boscoe wanted to join in.

He was pretty wiped out by 8 p.m. and went into staggering mode--we've all been there, when we're overtired and somehow can't remember that we simply need to lie down. So we took them home and Boscoe slept like a rock all night.  Now it's almost 7 a.m., so I need to get some food (and insulin) into him. Wish me well.

But yesterday was a very good day.

(Riley would like you to know that it was a very good day for him, too. And that he is not really inept with a Frisbee. Just inexperienced.)