friday. we spent most of the day together friday. antibiotics were administered with care. again, heather -"the nanny"- was available to watch him for the few hours i had to work.

his cough worsened. all he wanted to do was lie down with me. he still followed me around, even though too much movement started him coughing again. he still went outside, pooped and peed, and received great accolades for his accomplishments. i learned to balance the dog, the leash, the paper towels, the plastic bag, the treats. his cough began to look as if it was coming from a deeper place, further down into his stomach and lungs. nothing was coming up, as is the case with kennel cough.

i knew to expect a cough, but this cough? this cough looked like it hurt. this pup looked tired. i tried not to move him too much. he slept in the kitchen, in his crate, with very little protest. all i was thinking was that i didn't want him to move around. we both needed rest. i was wiped. brian was coming home. we would be able to manage and tomorrow would be better.