Dear Readers,

First, I want to give a big woof out for all of your well wishes and hugs and paw prayers over these past few weeks. Your concern and support means a lot to Momma and me, as we go through this scary journey.

And I think your pawsitive energy may be working because I’m doing pretty well so far. I have been on my regimen of chemo pills for almost three weeks now with almost no side effects. Momma, no stranger to extremes, now views herself as almost a vet, so confident has she become in donning her protective gear, sanitizing our surroundings, tricking me into eating the little white pills wrapped in swaddling ham, and double bagging it to pick up my poop. I eat robustly, go for walks, play ball and Frisbee with Momma and board (see photo right), and even snort and honk and sneeze less at night.

On another front, today is the tenth anniversary of my memorable time with Momma. Yes, she swooped down to Florida and kidnapped, er adopted me, on November 7, 2014. I was innocently enjoying my beautiful home surrounded by palm trees and sun, and the next thing I knew I was at my furever home in Minnesota where the temp was below zero and the ground covered with snow. Anyway, I adapted to Minnesota and trained Momma the best I could and want to wish her a very Yappy Tenth Anniversary!

Finally, as you might guess, Momma was “over the moon” as she puts it, about the election. Me, not so much. I guess my campaigning didn’t “do the trick.”

Lina, Still plugging along

WOOFDA!