Baby steps

Jarett made the brilliant observation yesterday that if we covered the floor with newspaper it might make the sea of poop easier to clean up. Thank you, New York Post - now, I know what you're good for!

Caliope is eating intermittently. I can't tell if it's her illness, or her fondness for chicken that makes her only really interested in the food we are eating. I knew I shouldn't have promised her she could eat cheeseburgers for the rest of her life if she pulls through, she's going to be fatter then Kielbasa.
We took them to the park yesterday. Caliope wobbled around since she can't wear a leash or a collar, but it still seemed like she was happy to be there. She and I watched Kielbasa and Jarett run around! Kielbasa was the happiest he's been in weeks.

Jarett yelled at me for "encouraging" a man who called Kielbasa a mean little dog by laughing at him. It seems there are so many other people to worry about encouraging, and Kielbasa IS a mean little dog.

Last night, my neighbors had moved most of their belongings into the hallway. Jarett and I were hopeful they were moving, but no dice. And I realized the fire door the separates my side of the hallway is not really there for fire, but for noise and to keep the neighbor kids from riding their bike outside my door. Thank god for fire doors.