mister was eager, left before breakfast, danced in circles and pooped loose x 3. he ran much and i might have been happy at that but he was agitated and i had to run at one point to grab and slow him as he couldn't hear me. then in the park he did a few hasty rolls and looked about blindly, he was looking beyond the limit of his vision, which is at times now inches it seems, yet i must say he was moving well. i don't know what is going on inside him. i don't know what's going on inside me for that matter. i'd thought if only we can get to summer, and swim, that seems ages ago, now we can't even cross spider bridge to get to the swamp, let alone the lake. now i think if only he can last through the pandemic but that includes me. i feel sorry for every body. what a shithole country we live and vote and abstain and resist and rage and die in.