I'm taking baby steps. I'm thankful to be alive even though I'm not kicking quite yet. As you can see, Mom and Dad have set up a comfy spot for me. I don't even have to get up to drink water. I whine when I want to go potty. Mom and Dad use my harness to help me get up. They walk with me outside to "do my business," as Mom calls it and then help me back inside to one of my dog beds.
Last night, mom cooked fresh chicken breasts for me. I ate a whole one and another this morning for breakfast. I continue to sleep a lot. Mom says my breathing is not as labored whatever that means. The strangest things seem to make my Mom and Dad happy.
Thanks for your continued prayers for both Dad and I. Dad began his treatment for Anaplasma last night. Thankfully, Dad is not as sick as I am. Apparently, a family of those nasty ticks attacked our family.
Trying to woof and wag,
Sitka
