A short note to say that Mister President is doing fine. He's off the pain killer, pulling to go to the dog run, and his stitches have gone from red and swollen to scabby--all sure signs of recovery. He even busted into the trash while I was out last night, his usual shenanigans. I wanted to be mad, but how can you punish a dog with a shaved belly and a plastic collar on his head?

I've also noticed that walking a dog with a plastic collar gets you a lot of attention. Some people are sympathetic ("Poor dog!"), groups of kids tend to jeer and laugh ("oh, snap!") and dogs growl and snap when they see him coming. He's like the fat kid on the playground. But he's taking it in stride, or maybe he's planning a killer comeback.