Loves His Moma

My Razz-a-doodle is still hanging on. Instead of a limp, he's gone into a hop. Not putting alot of weight on that front leg. When his goes out for his daily "walk", he goes to the pines in the front yard, does his "business", then lays down a few minutes to regain his strength and head back to the front porch. He still eats well. When I walk in the door, he's up, wagging that whip of a tail. His daddy sleeps in the kitchen on a mattress with him every night. His Sophie loves on him everyday and gives him treats. His mommy takes him on his walk, lays with him in the living room floor, and plays a more calming game of keep away with his favorite frisbee as time marches on....way too fast.