I have to go shovel the yellow snow that is the stool sample I'm taking with me to the vet's in an hour.
After not moving from his spot in the living room all evening yesterday, and now just barely gimping around with a sore hind end, he appears to be in better spirits than I am--weakly thumping his tail and looking expectantly at his ball. I rolled it about two feet, which made him very happy. And the fact that that is able to make him happy is so pathetic that I am now quite sad (this is dog who, if you don't throw the ball to his standards, refuses to fetch it until you do a better job. Total ball/fetch snob). Hope he is OK:(
This is what he looked like last summer, faithfully guarding the shed:
This is what he looks like now, only its snowing, and his stomach is gurgling: