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Thursday, September 14, 2006
They say it's your birthday / We're gonna have a good time

I was afraid that for my 35th birthday, I would lose my babydog. Instead, I got a slowly recovering dog who is eating normally, alert and happy, and playing with whatever stuffies are within reach. He still needs help getting up most of the time, and he walks like he has no knees, but he's making progress every day. It's the perfect present.

Libby is a very helpful assistant nurse. She always makes sure to hoover up the kibble that he spills on his bed, and she keeps his bed warm when we take him outside.


Blogger Dale said...

Glad to hear it the good news about Jazzy! Ask him if he wants five dollars for me.

And--D'Oh! Happy Birthday, too!

We've had a rushed week, so forgive the both of us for not giving you a call.

10:29 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

I'll say "Happy birthday" too, if a day late is okay.

And I'm especially glad Jazzy is home now.

10:33 PM  

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