April 7, 2020

White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army know when I get into the wheelchair and make my way into the living room that it will soon be afternoon duck jerky time. But they know first I must transfer to the "momma chair," that Steve will move my paraphernalia out of the way, and that my oxygen saturation meter must read "95" or higher.

And THEN...woohoo! Treat time!