Thanks to heavy narcotics and valium, Hank has been a chipper little puppy the last few days. He greeted Amanda at the door this morning, greeted me at the door tonight, and even wagged his tail at the call of his name. No word on the Oxycontin yet, but I’ll catch up with the doctor tomorrow and see how her mission to acquire the drug is going. (To see how immobile Hank was over the last few days, go here. This was Monday night before it got .)
Anyway, this morning as Amanda and I chatted about the week, she told me that Hank and Salem laid NEXT to each other on Jack’s bottom bunk yesterday. Holy cricket, Batman, for real? She confirmed that, yes, in fact Salem endured the close proximity of Hank long enough to not claw him to death. Amanda further reported that, per Cesar Millan the Dog Whisperer, this must mean that the “pack is equalizing.” Salem is either relenting in his struggle to be King, or Hank is too drugged to care anymore. After all, what’s a few cat scratches compared to neck spasms and bone spurs. Bring it on, kitty kitty.
In all seriousness, this doesn’t mean we’re out of the woods yet with Hank. It means that today, for now, he’s medicated, moving and not whimpering in pain. Next week may be different. Heck, tomorrow could be different. While we’re in the in-between, I’ll do whatever I can to keep him happy.
And if he chooses to nap with Salem, then that just confirms that even when dogs get older their give-a-damn breaks.