I went to my doctor the other day. She gave me holy hell. I haven't been eating a lot, because I've been spending all my money on dog food. I lost six pounds in a month. My doctor says I'm setting myself up for an infection. Well, I hope not.
Ziva continues to be a wonder. She's worth her weight in gold. I need to start training her more. She's ready and I'm procrastinating.
Donovan is still the best dog I ever had. I yelled at him tonight, and had to apologize. He went out the door with me like I've trained him to do. The only problem was that I didn't want him to go out. So there he was, no vest, no leash, standing there looking at me like I was crazy. He was right. I was the crazy one. He was doing exactly what I always want him to do. I forgot to tell him to stay in place. Luckily he forgives me for everything.