Home sweet home sweet home

Dear Rocky,

Don't think you're coming anywhere near my bed without a good scrub.

Holding my nose,
Me

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Four nights of being stuck in that dingy cage means that it will take more than a bath to get rid of that foul smell, but the reward of having him back... I can live with the smell.

His hind legs are still weak, probably due to the debilitating effects of the fever, but other than that, it almost feels like he never left.

It's been a crazy night. We've had to ration his food, giving him small portions an hour apart, just to make sure that he keeps it down. As you can expect, he didn't take to that too well; he'd been on the drip, and on minimal solid food, so his tummy was just running on empty.

I thought he was going to bark himself hoarse throughout the night -- like he did when he came back home after his surgery and couldn't have water -- but he's finally asleep. I switched off the room lights and carried him to the bed, and then pretended to conk out beside him. It surprisingly worked! Which means that I now have to type very slowly to make sure that I don't wake him up, and the rest of the night's work will have to be done only under the glow of the table lamp.

But the point is that it worked. My dog is finally home again, resting, and on a tummy that is filled. And even beneath the smell of antiseptic and poo, he still smells the way I remember him. Tonight I can finally sleep easy.

Goodnight, folks. :)

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Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller