June 10th, 2005

*And* the dog had another stroke.

Well, at least it's not a human, and at least he's an oooooold dog, so it's not like it's entirely unexpected. (Ten is ancient for a big dog, and Bones is ten years old and about 90lb.) Zack (son, human) was late out the door to school this morning, so I offered to walk Bones for him, pointing out in passing that being late *might* be a function of spending half an hour flaked out on the couch after breakfast. He agreed, said he wouldn't do it again, and left. I put Bones on the leash, walked him out the front door of the apartment, and watched him belly-flop down the first flight of stairs. When he started to skid on the second flight, I picked him up and carried him the rest of the way down. And, later, back up.

Zack'll be in California all summer. He should really be the one to make the decision about whether and when to have Bones put down, but if he's in LA and the dog is in New Jersey, I don't see a good way to do this. With luck, the dog'll make it through the summer and we can deal with the issue in September, but I wouldn't bet on it.