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Flash is doing much better. There's no more blood and certain areas of her life are...solidifying...if you catch my drift. The day after we took her to the vet I accidentally locked her in the garage for two and a half hours. She was sunning herself on the patio while Henry ran around and played and I tried to get some yardwork done. When we came back into the house, I assumed Flash made it in with us. Dave worked on fixing our leaky kitchen sink when he got home from work and after opening the door that leads to the garage he asked me where Flash was. I told him I didn't know, that probably she was in on her dog bed in the back room. He told me to guess again. Apparently she was standing in the garage madly wagging her tail. As if things couldn't get worse, 24 hours after receiving into our hot little hands an anti-inflammatory for her sad, inflated colon, Dave and I had one of those "Have you been giving Flash her pill?", "No, I thought you were..." conversations.

So, despite us, she's doing a lot better. In addition to her diet of brown rice and boiled hamburger, which has sent her over the proverbial moon every morning and evening since she's been getting it, we've also been giving her plain yogurt once a day. Our vet said the benefits of probiotics are a myth, but Dave and I disagree so we're doing it anyway. Her appetite is back in leaps and bounds, considering the amount of salivating she did over the pork Dave smoked for dinner last night. He took great pleasure in telling her she couldn't have any because she's on a bland diet. I'm glad she's hopeful again.