the last week the pup has "rested" a foot a lot, and the night between friday and saturday he was worried and restless and couldn't find a good sleeping position. and saturday he was limping and seemed to be in pain. "growing pains", said the fantastic i when i called and cancelled the sighthound walks. i consulted the computer, who agreed. the j too. i didn't even know dogs could get that. but he is growing a lot. poor little pup. i remember how painful it was...

you know i don't trust pain killers? i think it's humbug. noone has been able to convince me that a white little pill can take away the pain (i didn't even trust the indian pills with the colour "orange sunset"). but of course we had to give it a try. the poor innocent little baby pup was tired and sad and lay trembling in his bed, sobbing little baby sobs.

a while after he had half a white little bogus pill he relaxed, rolled over to his teenager-version of the sighthound sleep with legs stretched out all over the place and heavy pleased breathing. it worked! and he didn't even know he was getting a pill, so it couldn't have been the placebo-thingy kicking in. cool...

he is better today. we're going to the vet next week, to have a look. unfortunately i'm one of those people who can really see the logic in "it's growing pains", but still feel in my stomach that "it's cancer in the bones and he is going to die"...  ¶ 5:31 PM