So Far, So Good

Maybe it's too early to start breaking out the party hats and the margaritas, but so far Mister seems to be doing okay with his new therapy.  He hasn't gained any weight back, but then I guess I really didn't expect him to after only four and a half days.  The good news is that we've been getting his meds into him on a consistent basis, and he doesn't hate us yet, which is a positive thing.  It helps that you can give it to him in food, which is a convenient piece of trickery.  

Meanwhile, the rest of the buddies just think they've hit the jackpot.  "Whoa, we get mush nearly EVERY night now?!  How'd we rate that?"  And, as per usual, we have to leave all the plates out after everyone else is done so that Wanda can walk around and lick everyone else's plates after they're done.  It's weird, but it's what she likes to do.  Of course, we're taking Mister's specially-laced plate away before she does that, because as adorable as Wanda is, she really cannot afford to have her thyroid stop working at the moment.  I'm just saying.  

So, we stay the course and see what happens.  I would say that what I'm feeling is "cautiously optimistic."  So far, so good.

P.S.  Please don't tell Wanda I said that about how she really shouldn't gain any more weight.  She's sensitive about her figure and the last time I commented she wouldn't talk to me for a week.  Much obliged...