The depth of the Dogster love continues to amaze me.  For one thing, my cousin Shelby signed up for Dogster (and Dogster Plus) so that she could join in her support since she has read all of the good things that I've had to say.  And of course, the photos stroll, rosettes, pmails, pal requests, being mentioned in the Dogster site news and so much more.  I can't imagine that there has ever been such love and support for a regular dog like me ever before.  Thank you everyone.

I've been keeping busy these last few days.  Yesterday I finally went to the vet for another injection of l-asparaginase which I'm happy to report, has given me some relief.  According to the boss ma'am, it is like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.  The cancer needs asparagine to live just like the dinosaurs were engineered to need lysine.  By controlling the amount of amino acids available, their growth could be controlled.  In the story, carefully controlling the lysine worked just fine for a while. But eventually all heck broke loose.  We don't know how long the l-asparaginase will continue to work for me but eventually the cancer monsters (probably sooner rather than later) will "find a way."  So my pack and I are really trying hard to make the most of the time I have left.

So, it is with mixed feelings that I report that I had my first taste of frozen custard here in Lexington.  I had a biscuit sundae.  Mmm, biscuit sundae.  No really. I say mixed feelings because the bosses admitted to me that Mollie's Frozen Custard had been in business for about three years now and Independence Day was the first time they had thought to bring me.  Or Lyle (no big deal there).  And even if you could say that frozen custard and ice cream were equals (they're not), then it would still be tragic because Mollie's made me a biscuit sundae.  Not just a plain scoop of vanilla but topped off with two milk bones. 

Well, I was up late last night and a little predinner nap sounds pretty good about now.  Have a great day.

Peace, out.
Little Bit