Thankfully, all the voluminous output from Steve’s body has ceased; however, he’s still sleeping a lot, eating very little and actually lost five pounds overnight! (I’m just a wee bit jealous because it generally takes me at least 4 1/2 years to lose five pounds.)
My nursing tasks yesterday consisted of bringing him water and making him a poached egg on an English muffin. Hmmm. I’m getting pretty good pay for not much work; I’ll have to see if I can hang on to this gig a little longer!
As far as I can tell, I think Snowy is doing better. He ate with a really good appetite last night although this morning, he took one or two bites (after acting extremely hungry), and then walked away from his dish looking confused. Or was it bemused?
The thing I’m most concerned about is that he’s drinking very little water, and lots of water is supposed to be our secret weapon for combating these quickly growing kidney stones. I’ll keep an eye on him today and especially keep track of his water consumption. I really don’t know why he’s suddenly started to ignore his water bowl when he was drinking in fine camel-esque fashion just a day or two ago.
And just so you know?
I really and truly do promise that I will start writing about other subjects than Snowy soon; right now, however, my Mama Heart is just Snowy-focused.
And he’s just so stinkin’ cute. I told him to gaze out the window with a thoughtful, pondering expression on his face and look what he did? Is he the quintessential thoughtful, pondering fella, or what?
He’s a bit embarrassed in this picture because he doesn’t want anyone to see just how badly his mother spoils him and tucks him in and fusses over him; it’s just not good for his masculine self esteem for all that coddling to be seen by the general public. So please, for Snowy’s mental well being, just forget you ever saw this picture.
He and Sarah hung out a few minutes before school this morning.
And when it was finally time to take her to school, he got so very happily excited--as this video will show. Please try to overlook my annoying “excited doggy voice” that I am exhibiting; it’s just that the more excited my voice gets, the more excited Snowy gets. (Even though he may or may not have any idea what I’m talking about.)