Well, all of the healing licks, laps, purrs, thoughts, prayers and meditations seemed to have done the trick. We ran in today for the final check-up and lab stuff, and things appear to be quite well. Oncology Dave has only one pet peeve (harhar) in this world, and it is pet psychics, and he was on a tear again today, so it went something like this:

Dave: blah blah blah, everything's okay. How ya like that, Goosie?

Angus: AAAARRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (extend the howl for another three lines or so)

Yrs Trooley: What the hell was that about?

Dave (with fingers to temples): Angus is telling me that if circles were squares, and squares were circles, then geometry as we know it would cease to exhist....



So we've gone from saving for cosmetology school to saving for MIT, I guess. Either I'm going to have to get MUCH better at cards, or he's going to have to learn to dance the pole for tips. (Thanks everyone for the notes and dog cookies and prods for updates, it meant the world)

~JE