Thump on wood - we have nothing to report. Charlie's M*nd*y expression went well, and Dr. Zellner didn't raise any concerns.
The Ten Days of Sulfa Twice A Day Wrestling Festival ended Wednesday night, and Charlie is very hoppy about that.
I think the hoomin is finally getting used to this "not over-vegging" routine. We still get that sprig of mint when Charlie gets her daily meds, but that's about it.
And we enjoy our safe-from-meds-and-stuff space time in the evening. Extra treats? Yes! Headrubs? Absolutely! Tolerating my hoomin's arting antics? Sigh, I mean, what are we supposed to do with the sorry biped!? Do you have any idea what the farms in the up-state go for now!?
OK, never mind the good old days; first come the good old minutes.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus
