Saturday evening 8/2/2008; The Diamond Dogs

A better day on Saturday; Satchmo actually groaned his way onto our bed in the morning and hauled his butt upstairs and onto the couch this afternoon. This isn’t to say that he’s getting better, but it was nice to see him socialize a bit. Today we’re spending quality dad/dog time on the bed reading The Dark Side. He thinks David Addington is a dick.

Still no medical answers, but on Monday he is being referred to what was described as the "Mayo Clinic for Dogs" which apparently has a whole staff of internists and surgeons and other smart people anxious to start poking and prodding him because everyone is pretty baffled by what ails him. This can only mean that help is on the way… with big bills to follow. Maybe at a certain  price level  they’ll throw in some Neuticals as a gift with purchase.

He’s still on his meds and, between Satchmo and Beckham, I’ve shoved so many pills down their throats this week that I think I’m finally qualified to be Courtney Love’s personal assistant.

And where was Fenway when the above picture was taken? I’m glad you asked.

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Kids….