Dusty's home! I went and got him as soon as they opened at 7am this morning. He was very happy to see me. His owie looks worse because they shaved the hair away and scrubbed it. (Gosh, that word disgusts me! Scrubbing an owie?!) He's got some pills and ointment that he needs twice a day. I get grossed out easily, so it won't be fun rubbing that ointment on that owie. But I'll do anything to keep my baby happy!

Roxy was such a hellion last night without her brother. She was outside howling and chewing at the fence, and then she was inside howling. She kept jumping in and out of my bed and back to the door, scratching away. Back and forth...I couldn't keep her content. She gets major separation anxiety when I take Dusty from her. I try to take them separately every once in a while to help that. But everytime I take Dusty away, when I come back, Roxy is drooling excessively and has destroyed something trying to get out. I don't know what will happen when Dusty gets old and passes away.