Henry was barking up a storm a couple minutes ago because he could smell that the neighbor’s had brought an unfamiliar dog into their backyard, probably just a pet of a visiting relative. He’s calmed down now, but he was being very annoying. This morning I let him out of his crate and he ran circles around the coffee table, an old habit he hasn’t been able to do for a month now. I tried to catch him as fast as I could, because he’s not meant to be running, but as per usual, he thought I was playing with him and proceeded to hop around as if you to say “catch me, if you can.”

I felt his fur today and he’s got more knots than you can imagine. I want to brush him, but I’m scared it might hurt his legs, so I’ve just let him be as frazzled as he wants to be.

This week, he’s got a physical therapy appointment, but I’m having some doubts about taking him in because he seems to be doing incredibly well and I would just hate to spend so much money on something I already know and can do at home. I’m not sure about that yet, but we’ll see.

This weekend we tried putting him in a bath full of water, with a towel around his waste, so he could exercise his legs, but he wanted no part of it at all. He was slightly terrified, even though I was with him and the water was warm. I finally managed to submerge him, but he froze and wouldn’t move. So I just ended up bathing him quickly and then taking a shower myself because I was drenched in water.

He is one tired furball. He still sleeps next to me, which he loves and I love a lot as well. Speaking of which, I think we will both be going to do that now. Au revoir!