May 20, 2019

White Dog stared out at the SLEET and said, "If it weren't for the Bark Box this day would be a total bust." The fact that our plan to get out of the house and back in was small comfort...As was the clearing pneumonia report.

We were all still smarting from my pulmonologist's diagnosis that there will probably not be a recovery but if I work very hard I may be able to stave off further damage to my diaphragm function. It will take a LONG time. And the weather cast an aura of sadness with it's winter sky and temperatures that threw sleet at our windows. It was a depressing day.

So we did what good pack does at this times...we howled our loudest in Wagnerian Valkyrie voices. And when Steve got home we dove into the happy gift with gusto.

Treats and a fast game of steal the new toy helped lighten the mood.