A friend at work had to put her dog to sleep yesterday.
I gave her a hug, but that doesn't really reach the place that's hurting.
So I'm going to take this opportunity to express my gratitude that -- for today -- my dog is in good health.
The Atopica has stopped her non-stop itching-and-scratching, and her fur is growing back. What's strange is how it's growing back. She used to be a traditional black-and-tan German Shepherd Dog. Now the tan (more like blond-laced-with-silver, these days) fur is growing back, but the black overcoat is not. Very strange. On the down side, this means she still has to wear a coat on mildly chilly days, even on mildly chilly days in July. On the plus side, at least she's once again a recognizable breed.
Used to be people would stop and stare: "What is that?" I was tempted to tell people that I had that very rare breed, "the Giant Chinese Crested Dog. Very expensive [well, that part's true enough] and rare in this country." One sign that Tanji was getting better was the last time we left the vet's office. A man coming in stopped to let us pass, and he said the magic words: "That's a German Shepherd, right?"
Clearly a highly intelligent man. I should've checked to see if he was wearing a wedding ring. Probably was; the good ones usually are. [And some of the not-so good ones, but I digress.]
Oh yeah. This is supposed to be a blog about exercising.
Exercise du jour: Cycling a minimum of 8 miles. 16 miles would be better.
Semi-fail. Did a few miles in the morning, but when I got into work I found that they'd opened up panels in the ceiling to work on the ducts. Within 3 hours, I'd developed allergic reactions so bad that I had to go home. Exercise was not an option. Breathing was the priority.