The outpouring of support and love since last night has been incredible. If the power of the human spirit could make Roscoe well he would be leaping tall buildings today. As it is, even from this morning he is improved. He is still hurting - his breathing is shallow and labored - but his eyes have a sparkle, his tail has a wag, and he is trying to be the energetic pup we are used to seeing. He spent most of the day on his dog bed under my desk, since today was a work-from-home day for me.
At the moment I am feeling very confident that he is well on the road to recovery. I am incredibly humbled and grateful for all of the offers of financial assistance for him. I will say that if he should contract an infection and require chest tubes or surgery to make it through I will remember all of the incredible people who wanted to help and reach out to you. For now, please know that I am floored, touched, blown away by the kindness not only of people I know and love but complete strangers as well. If my faith in humanity was damaged by the cruelty of a neighbor, it is being patched and mortared by the good will of all of you.
I'll continue to update on Roscoe's condition as we go forward. I'm cleaning his wound at least twice daily and keeping it well covered in antibiotic ointment, and he gets pain meds in the morning and antibiotics twice daily for the next couple of weeks. And for those of you who asked about the kids, Roscoe's improved condition today has helped tremendously. Last night was tough, my daughter was inconsolable and afraid that he would die. Tonight after seeing him looking so perky she wasn't worried at all. My son - well, you know how boys are. His first words to me this morning were, "Mommy! Roscoe's in his crate and his nose is breathing! He isn't dead!" Boys. :) Love them. Don't get them, but love them.
