I'm feeling somewhat better today, thanks for asking. Oh, that's right, you didn't.

I'm actually in a rather silly mood this morning. I didn't get that full 8 hours of sleep, but once I did finally get to sleep I stayed there all night. No dreams that I can recall. It was probably the first truly restful stretch of sleep I've had in days.

No pictures of Fizgig yet. As you might have inferred from yesterday's entries, I didn't feel like messing with it. He's doing much better, though. We had a breakthrough last night; he finally associated going outside with relieving himself, which is nice for my carpet. This morning I noticed that the fur is just beginning to grow back in on his ravaged front legs. And he's taken to wanting to sleep with me.

I'm really beginning to love this dog.