I had a lot of good feedback to my little entry the other day, and I thank you. Jay is now feeling in his words “a lot better” so that makes me happy. Of course, his concentration may not be what it was before; he sure didn’t look very comfortable on Monday night, and he tells me that sometimes it can be a while before things are return to normal.
My freedoms continue to expand. Now that I’ve learned about indoors and outdoors and am routinely taking care of business on my walkies, I’m being given a lot more time and space to move around inside the house. Of course, this does make Em quite nervous (read ‘terrified’) – especially if I happen to stop and sniff at one area for longer than the others – in which case he automatically assumes the worst.
Quite naturally grasping even greater freedom I took the opportunity today to follow Em down into the basement – an area I haven’t seen yet except when accompanied by one of the guys. I don’t remember what he went down there for, but when I saw him descending the stairs I thought “to heck with this noise,” and went down the carpeted steps after him. This, of course, caused all sorts of angst and consternation, and loud noises, but soon enough I was upstairs again, carried brusquely by a truly over-anxious uncy Em, poop escaping even as he carried me up the stairs.
Jay weighed me tonight. Can you believe it? I’m a whole eight-and-a-half pounds now! Jay calls me Tubby, especially when he’s carrying me around, though I still look and feel quite trim.