no more rushed posts

Dave was fine all week. More than fine, actually, he was great. He took long walks, chased small animals in our backyard and tore up some new toys. Aunt Tina gave us a large bag of toys last weekend. I took pictures prior to, and during the destruction of some of them, and will get them posted here later this week. I came back from the weekend at grammom's a little congested, so maybe he was having the same issues. Regardless, Dave is wonderful. Mike's parents saw him this week, and are amazed at how well he's doing after the estimate the vet gave us when he came out of remission (2 weeks to 2 months). Today marks five weeks. It's good and bad. I love that he's still our dog and completely himself. However, there are moments when we get upset looking at him; he doesn't know what's coming, but we do, and when we let that creep into our thoughts, it's difficult.

We still have him on the antibiotic for pneumonia, along with his eye meds and prednisone. The spacing out of the pills requires him to get three peanut butter and/or cream cheese dollops a day, which is fine by him.