S’Kaana here:
WooHoo! Mom says I’m
doing great. This cancer stuff has been kinda
cool. Lots of special treats, and I get
to visit my friends at Bend Veterinary Specialists (more treats, ha ha, from
them!).
Mom lets me go swimming and
running bunches.
Folks send me lots of
e-mail--although I can’t read (Pictures are good!). You know what’s best? I get that special place on the bed (and not
my sister K’Taira).
That last injection during Week Five of my treatment was
fine. Dr. Dougherty checked my surgery site for the bad cells and didn’t find even one! She was happy.
So are Mom and Dad. I felt a little poopy for a day, but then back to my
old self. Not sure what's causing all the fuss,
but I like the extra attention.
This week mom says no blood draws or cancer drugs. Next week,
she’s saying, it’ll be pills again.
Maybe we’ll get to go camping again soon. We kayaked at a
lake, played in the water, hiked, and sat by the camp fire.
I drove mom and dad
crazy, because I kept barking for them to throw my special Kong toy. Mom always insists, “No sticks!” She says sticks
can hurt my teeth. “Two root canals are enough, S’Kaana!” Anyway, it's hard work keeping my toys away from that silly sister. So, I just bark until the folks
get my Kong and throw it again. Hee Hee!
Oh, best yet, we went to a baseball game with some buddies,
Sandy and Basil. Sandy says her cancer is doing okay. She likes all her special attention, too! We
agree, our parents are the best!
Gotta go. I think mom
spilled some of her lunch on the ground.
I’ll hurry and beat K’Taira and the cats to it.
Wags and kisses for now. Later, baby!
