Progress...

After almost a full week of sickness, I think (fingers crossed) that Oliver is finally on the road to recovery. After multiple blood tests, two vet visits, including a night in the "Veterinary Hospital Intensive Care Unit" (who knew that existed?) and two IVs, Oliver is finally making progress. He hasn't been sick since we picked him up on Friday. Fortunately, he's eating his special food and showing signs of more and more energy each day. Tonight he's a little tired (and I'm paranoid), but I think his body is still trying to get back in the swing of things.

Over the weekend Brad and I tried to spend as much time as possible with the little guy. We ate a few meals and visited the Mt. Laurel Harvest Festival and church, but other than that we've stayed close to home with our little buddy. Oliver is loving all of the attention and he's becoming more and more spoiled every second. Oliver has never slept with us, mostly because he's a wild man, but we've let him snuggle up with us for the last two nights; he's absolutely loved it. I actually had to wake him up this morning. Maybe it's the meds, or his way of recuperating, but either way Oliver has turned into quite the cuddly guy and we're loving every second.

HUGE thanks to everyone who helped us out during all of our doggie drama. We all appreciate it very much!