Dog gone

We've been looking forward to reuniting with our little dog, Andy, but it was late when we got home yesterday, so my son Jackie waited until today to bring him over. In Andy's two years of life, he has lived with Jackie and Mary as much as with Jimmy and me, and though he's undoubtedly confused about where home is, he seems to love us all.

He adores Jimmy, and in his excitement and joy over seeing him again, jumped up on him and accidentally scratched his arm. Jimmy's post-transplant skin is thin and fragile, so it bled a little. I immediately treated it with alcohol and antibiotic ointment, and poor Andy was distraught that he had injured his beloved master.

Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't have thought twice about it, but things being as they are, I called Emory and told Dr. Kaufman what had happened and as a precaution, he called in antibiotics (875 mg Augmentin) for Jimmy to take twice a day for a week. And Jackie took Andy back home with him for a few more days.

Later, while I was at the drugstore waiting for Jimmy's prescription to be filled, I happened to see a greeting card with a dog on the front that looked like Andy with a worried expression on his face. I bought it and took it home to give to Jimmy, along with his antibiotics.

This was the front of the envelope:

And this was the front of the card

And when you opened it, the message inside said:

(By the way, Jimmy's not mad at Andy.)