Fritz on the back of the chair hoping for some Apple Crisp,let him lick it clean,that wouldn't hurt him and Fritz keeping dad company upstairs and down.Dad has a touch of a cold,something he doesn't need right now.The walker in the one picture is the only way he can get around the house or a cane.He can hardly get up from the couch to use the walker.By the time he gets upstairs,he is breathing hard.His date with the specialist in Toronto is 2 weeks today,hope it was sooner,it is not getting any better.Fritz now up in the window,saw a lady walk two dogs go by and growled.