Things got back to more normal visits with dad in charge today.  No body parts popping out or holes where they don't belong.  Some of our more frequent visitors stopped by today, too.
Moon Pie seems to be handling all of her adversity well.  She's taking all of her medication, wearing a white room on her head, watching the world out of only one eye and still managing to have a spring in her step and a voracious appetite.  Dogs like that really honor our kind; proving to everyone that we are tougher than we look, even when we look small and adorable.

Barking of small and adorable, the tiniest Pomeranian I have ever seen stopped by today.  Her name was Pixie and if it wasn't for an occasional tail wag I would have thought she was a stuffed toy.  Stuffed toys are my absolute favorite toys.  I have a whole bin of them at home in the den, and one of my special talents is to grab one, carry it around the den offering to allow Bea or mother to play with it and then lock my jaws when they try to get it.  One time mother lifted me 3 feet in the air only using the toy, but I still wouldn't let go.  Seeing Pixie today made me long for my toy bin.  In fact, I was ready to give her a shake and squeeze her to make her squeak when father scooped her up to give her a hug, and I noticed her tail wagging all on its own.  She had come all dressed up for the season which only added to her toy like quality.  Seeing her reminded me of that colorful tree at home and all the boxes underneath.  I may just have to tear into one or two to see if mother has any new toys for me, after all I deserve it.