Unfortunately, the holiday season brought with it a few sickies to include Katie getting strep, followed by me getting tonsilitus, followed by Jack needing to have his anal gland expressed (not an uncommon problem I've learned - he's fine now). His curious tongue couldn't stay away, hence the E-collar and the nickname Elizajack so dubbed by his Auntie Jill because of the Elizabethan collar. Poor Jack was beside himself, not sure what to do. He was a sight for sore eyes with a cone head and a sagging butt. Due to a shot of anesthetic from the emergency vet, Jack's rear legs kept giving way until he became alert enought to be jolted back into standing position. The vet did commend his health, saying he was in perfect shape (thanks Dad for all those long walks!!). The collar came off the day before I left, so I was thankful for one last day of cuddling with my normal buddy. As often as we could, Jack and I snuck off to a giant dog park filled with more than 50 dogs on the weekends. Jack made lots of friends.
