the lake was placid and no haters awaited on the shore nor on spider bridge nor harold park.
we were the only souls in the water until another dog came. somebody hurled red on the sea wall but just south of us. we swam father out, i mean farther, i'll say both. as i swam out i said like a mantra to mister, isn't it beautiful, and he glided along so placidly. 
he was peppy and loving and seemed free of any stress, though he hasn't pooped since yesterday and the last one was blood. he had metronidazole though we don't know why as he has no diarrhea and no poop. so he'll probably be bound up. there is concern about blockage, but he shows none of the signs of the last time, when he showed how desperate the situation was. my heart sank when she said if that happens again she may not do the surgery, and i think he quite likely wouldn't survive it again anyway. i understand about euthanasia for dogs, though it's a horror to contemplate. i just wonder why it is we allow and even insist on all kinds of human suffering often regardless of any good reason for living. 
i stopped reading katz after our last ugly exchange. i probably never should have written him, but for some reason he incites that, and often people quit reading after the exchange, as i did. but he just euthanized his dog red, and i know he felt about that dog as strongly as i do about mister. and i have to think about the time with us, it's coming, and i will have to be there to say goodbye, and i know how bereft i'll be. i won't write katz, and he won't read me, but in the continuum, i'll be thinking of him and his dog red.