My mom is holding firm. “I don’t want to get up at 3 AM to take you for a walk,” she said. “We live in a pretty safe neighborhood, but this IS a big city.”
I’m getting better and by tomorrow she’ll start to give me more of my own food. Meanwhile, my wonderful dog sitter Jaime is coming to take me for a walk this evening. My mom has to take a class. That’s a good thing: she comes home in a good mood and that means more treats … or for tonight, an extra bowl of rice.