Derp

Poor New Old Dog has been under the weather. He got up in the middle of the night last night -- for the first time ever -- by tweedling softly in his Man Cave/crate. He needed to run out to the yard to poop several times over the next few hours, so we rested on the couch downstairs instead of going back up to bed. 

We visited the vet this afternoon, and with some meds he is perking up already. Bless his tiny furry heart, he is so grateful for the simplest of things, like a car ride and some crock-pot-chicken-and-rice. And sitting on the couch together. 

Hard to believe we've only had him for four months. 

Good boy.