My intuition is running up to snuff. Sydney has no masses in his liver; what the vet did see was some abnormality around the ducts – so we are staying on antibiotics, pain medicine and adding a new medicine that will thin the bile.

Sydney is staying at Dr. Bzrnard’s for a few hours in order to have an ultrasound of his liver. He was snippy this morning and had to wear a muzzle while examined. He got a shot to make him more comfortable and so now we wait.

If we were to use this as a test of my intuition, I’d have to say. I don’t believe there are any tumors.

We are just sitting around the main cafe room, no on really talking – just some sipping of drinks and the ticking of the clock.A couple of regulars have pulled on their earflap hats and squall jackets and gruffed out some words about checking on things outside. Foo suddenly decided she had to busy herself buffing up the Foo Bar. Rose is in the little cherry rocker that about four generations have been rocked in. Maxwoo said she guessed she didn’t want any gingerbreadmen (tasty boys) this morning and Spiffie is reading but hasn’t turned the page in over a half hour.

We wait . . . each in our own way.

I am waking up and very soon I will be in the shower. Then I will put on clean clothes, but ones that can be incredibly “dog-haired” because I am taking two dogs to the vet at 9:30. Shane’s foot is hurt and Sydney turned his nose up at chicken and roast on two consecutive days and has been snappy.

I don’t think we have good news about Sydney. His liver enzymes were all elevated – every one of them. He has been on medicine to help his liver, but the enzymes are definitely up. I am telling all these concerned redyarn-headed folks here that we don’t need to get ahead of ourselves. But, then, you know the Boy Scout motto.

Hmmm . . . something just happened that has occurred before. I’ll be using Firefox and all of a sudden a Google Chrome window opens and above it is the sentence: Chrome Google is not your default browser. Well, yes, I know that. Maybe this is some sort of Internet door-to-door salesman. I hope it’s not like those old vacuum cleaner salesmen – you know, the ones who would throw dirt on your floor when you opened your door.  Imagine a pile of Google Chrome code all over my Firefox window.

The shower . . . it calls me. And not with a siren’s call – more like GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU.