As I write this post, I hear Billy snoring away, and it reminds me of last night – Billy slept much more soundly than previous nights. Perhaps it’s his increased dosage of hydromorphone, or maybe the fact that he no longer has to wear that uncomfortable harness and catheter, or a combination of both – whatever the reason, last night also brought us some of the best sleep we’ve had since Billy’s surgery. Being more rested, Billy seemed to have a lot more energy to do the things that make Billy, Billy….like wagging his tail, being very brown, demanding treats when he does anything good, like go potty, and sleeping even more. Sleep, by the way, is one of the things that Billy does best.
Today was Superbowl XLVIII, and with it came a few firsts for us all – it was the first Superbowl that we watched in a hotel room; the first Superbowl that we watched in bed (since that’s all we’ve got to sit on here); the first Superbowl that we watched with a three-legged dog. This would have all been great, except for the fact that Billy was really rooting for the Broncos to win. For the last month or so, Billy has insisted that we sing a song with the simple lyrics “Billy’s got a chin, Broncos gonna win” repeated over and over. Well, the Broncos did not win, so needless to say, Billy was pretty concerned about the whole chin thing. We (ahem…Bryan) may have told him that his chin was gone (and he’s too short to see himself in the mirror). Don’t worry…we’ll tell him the truth tomorrow morning, after what will hopefully be another restful night for us all.