Well what a rough ridin' week. I've been getting up early to drive 50 miles to see my dog at the vet most mornings, and then back 50 miles into work. On the days I can't go my buddy swings in and gives him some ear scratches for me. He's been on aggressive anti-biotics and steroids since Monday. There was some good initial improvement in mood and mobility, like lifting head and turning his body and stuff, but finally this morning he stood up on his own and took two steps. I had told myself if Tuesday 7/5 he wasn't standing I knew it was his time, and had already called a vet to come to the house to do it (doesn't seem right to do him like that in a vet's office). Looks like the old dog still has some fight in him. As long as he can eat, drink, and go to the bathroom on his own, I'm happy.