I picked Peanut up from the animal hospital last night at around 7:00. He was still very groggy and couldn't stand for very long at all. When I would put him on the floor he would just lay there and look at me as if thinking, "What did you have done to me, Dad?"

As if I wasn't feeling bad enough.

We took him out of his crate again after Tiff and I got home from dinner and he just lay there on the floor for a long time. Eventually he got up and started trying to walk. The first couple of times he fell over and whined and cried. Then he got his legs under him and began walking.

Peanut walked into my roommate Shawn's room and stood by the door. You know what that means. I thought it was odd, though, that he would go to Shawn's room because Peanut usually only uses the door in the kitchen to go outside. Anyway, I wanted to put him on his leash so I went to search for his leash and collar. I found it in my room and went back to find Peanut...

...who had shit all over Shawn's floor! That's my boy!

I put his collar on him and attached his leash, then carried him outside so he could pee. I let him walk around for a few minutes after that then I brought him back in and put him in his crate for the night.

It was kind of nice, having him be calm and quiet all of last night. I would like it to last, but I know it won't. This morning, for example, he bounded out of his crate as if the day before never happened. Of course, when he reached the first step down into the kitchen, he yelped because I guess he overestimated how good he was feeling. That ought to teach him, the little booger.

It's good to see Peanut feeling a little better because now I don't feel as bad as I did yesterday. I just wish I had some pain killers to give him to help the pain and to, well, knock him out for a few more days!

-andy