D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Thanks for the well-wishes for Bear. He was delighted to go on walkies yesterday. He is back to eating up his dry food. And the tests found no evidence of cancer at all. But my room, especially my bed, is now decorated with bloody snot. (Luckily I have dark red sheets, a pink blanket, and a red flannel nightie.) And he still snorfles horribly from time to time: he sounds like he's auditioning to be a pug.