15 days since we had the results of the scan and the old fellow is still happily playing away, eating voraciously and barking heartily at the post lady. Perhaps his movements are a little slower each day but he's pain free and enjoying life. Digby, Wilfs little brother, passed away so quickly with piroplasmosis that we never had a chance to spoil him. We wanted to give him special meals and treats but his appetite just disappeared overnight. With Wilf its different. He now gets a small taster of whatever it is we're having to eat mixed in with his kibbles. This meets with an inordinately high degree of canine approval. Last night it was Lamb Biryani and a post dinner look from Wilf that said 'this is what lifes all about ! '.
In the window of an art store a nineteenth century etching of a puppy. The title roughly translated - ' Don't bother me '. Somehow the artist has managed to get the puppy look of defiance just right.