Windy finishes Hope's dinner last week. This may not happen again.

Hope is getting chemotherapy now. I am enjoying a chai and Starbucks Wi-Fi.

Hope’s lymph nodes under her chin are slightly raised, but her nodes in her anal area are “really good” the veterinarian said.  Hope is not in complete remission, but the vet is please with how things are going.

One concern is, however, that because those nodes in her neck have returned slightly some cells may be resistant to the drugs, so we will continue to take it one day at a time.

Last night Hope stood up for herself. Windy had finished her treat and decided to take some of Hope’s. Hope didn’t like it and they had a fight.

I was shocked but able to yell “No,” run and yell “No” again, and they stopped when I got next to them. They looked at me and at each other — almost as if they were saying, “What happened?”

Neither girl was injured. Jake watched the whole spectacle without comment.

The girls didn’t sleep next to each other last night. This morning, all had been forgiven.

No one better get between Jake and the nearly empty peanut butter jar.