The vet wanted to keep Wally the Wonderdog overnight, but I figured he’d seen enough of the inside of a cage, and retrieved him.

The new all-powerful antibiotics seem to be working (his temp fell to 102, though now he glows both red and green), and while he’s a pretty beat puppy, we seem to be moving in the right direction.

[exhale]

Thanks for everyone’s concern and best wishes.

Holding your breath over the health of an animal sounds a little silly (especially when expressed in those terms), but every pet owner knows these guys are family (and unlike certain members of your family, the Wonderdog’s never accused me of stealing fruit from a tree). And let’s be honest; Wally the Wonderdog probably qualifies as a better human being than a sizable chunk of our political pundit class.

I’m hoping he doesn’t backslide like he did last night (which was horrible), and that he’s strong enough to take part in Little M’s Fly Fishing Adventures Part II – coming to a small stream near me this Friday.

I’ll bet he is. He’s the damned Wonderdog after all.

He’s already escaped the gas chamber (by a couple hours), fell off a mountain, bounced off a truck, and narrowly avoided being drowned by a pair of pissed-off raccoons.

I’m pretty sure (well, now I’m pretty sure) some microscopic bug won’t send him to Baconland (like Valhalla, but for dogs).

See you looking relieved, Tom Chandler.

ps – spare a thought for Alert Underground Reader Andy, whose dog is in pretty much the same shape as Wally (in the same animal hospital, in fact. You have to wonder if it’s a coincidence, or if something’s happening in the water at Lake Siskiyou…

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