I swear this is not turning into a blog about my dog, but I want to offer a little closure to the past few posts and let people know that Mister President is back from the dog hospital this afternoon. He’s pretty alert, his appetite is as healthy as ever, and I fully expect him to be causing trouble again by the end of the week.
Here he is, napping out on my bed after his first ‘home-cooked’ meal, sporting that unwieldy Elizabethan collar. It’s comical to watch him try and negotiate the collar past doorways and around corners; it makes him clumsier than ever. All the same, I’m very happy to have him back.