It's been 10 full days since Barkley's diagnosis. He's having good days. Nights are a bit more stressful for him I think - he pants and drools more at night. He's choosing to sleep in the basement, and we're letting him do what he needs to do.
I have to be at work this week so he's on his own. You know what's weird? He is distancing himself from Sheba. No one will ever be able to tell me that dogs don't understand every little thing that's going on in their lives. This is a fascinating process to watch.
I'm still savouring every day we have together.
