A rough day

9AM: After a night in the living room where I slept on my Areobed and Dash on his now moderately protected “dais” of beds I thought keeping a record of my time with Dash might be in order. By protection I mean that I have inserted a few plastic garbage bags under the main cushion and a nice purple towel on top of the whole pile of doggie beds. He slept with me downstairs in the basement the night before last with the door open and still I found him soaking in urine in the morning. We did better last night though it involved walkies at 10, 11, 1 and 2. I got a little grumpy with him but kept it to myself as best I could especially since I was the one who decided to try sleeping “upstairs”. He was dry as a bone this morning so a minor victory there. 

This should stay dry...

For his first walk this morning I took him off leash down past Dan and Sherie’s and into the park. At the edge of the pool parking lot he stopped while I continued to walk. After I made it half way across the lot, I decided to give and came back to him so we could make the return trip to the house which seemed to be what he was after. It’s easy to project all sorts of meaning into his actions (or lack of actions) these days. I felt as if I were watching a clock unwind with the second hand just moving a bit slower as the spring gave up its momentum.

He ate well last night albeit in two seatings... the first go round he didn’t finish his two patties of Primal dog food (my latest attempt at keeping him interested in food) and kibble but my heart soared when later in the dark of night (somewhere in the midst of the random walkies) I heard the joyous sound of crunching kibble. We managed to eat our medicine this morning (I’m up to 3 Vetmedins and plan on bringing him up to the full 4 starting on Monday.... Imodium standing by for loose poops). He ate some of his breakfast but walked away after a few bites. We’ll see.

Moderate interest...

8PM: It's bed time for now. I'm sure their will be many walks this evening (I've decided to stay "upstairs" again so he can call me with the bells which hang from the front door). 


Final thoughts: leave it to a dog to show you how to be a man.  No matter what fortune throws his way he rebounds. We finished up the evening with a well received dinner, a game of kill the stuffed animal. Dolce vita indeed.

"For me, I hope...."

Life is good... la dolce vita...