Tummy update: Splats have dried up. My husband was off the hook for collecting the nasty specimen: the medications first constipated both Catie and Riley and by the time things got moving again, everything was normal.
They’re both back to their happy, barking, grass-eating, ball-chasing, ball-chewing, piano-playing, sun-basking, sniffing, snuffling selves.
P.S. On a human-related note, my 79-year old father had hip replacement surgery this morning. I visited him this afternoon and seeing him so vulnerable in the hospital bed, with the tubes and the catheter and in considerable discomfort, made me overwhelmingly sad. In my mind he’s still much younger than he looked today.