Mojo has made a dramatic metamorphosis in these short weeks. From the timid, mewling pup has emerged something akin to a badger: all teeth, claws, and MAJOR attitude. Mojo's pretty sure he could tap out a pissed off grizzly bear right now.
I like Mojo's style now. Heck, he doesn't even fit under the bed anymore, and if he did, the dust bunnies would surely die of fright. I think Mojo has earned himself a nice, heavy duty spiked collar. Good boy, Mojo!
This morning was more preparation for beginning HyperCVAD chemotherapy today. Probably the coolest part was the echocardiogram - an ultrasound of my heart. Totally awe-inspiring to watch your own heart in real time, working away. Sure gives you a whole new respect for how amazing life is.
They brought out the heavy artillery and started my Cytoxan about 45 minutes ago. It will run at 3 hour intervals over the next 10 days. No messing around here...this is all out war. I told my good cells to hang in there while we commence cancer cell annihilation. Go, baby, go!
The herd update...
The herd dynamic continues to slowly evolve. As of yesterday, Holly's mare, Daisy, (who Holly affectionately describes as the PMS bitch) was evidently smitten with big, handsome, blond Dune.
Mixer and Riser are buddied up, with Lady tagging along making eyes at Mixer like a lovesick teenager. Riser's not quite sure what to make of that, and at some point yesterday, Lady did something to make Riser bite her..or maybe Riser was just trying to get her attention. He got her attention all right...and she pouted just like a little girl all day long.
Johnny and Leroy are pretty much just hanging out and being horses...eating, exploring, and rolling luxuriously in the mud after the rain.
The happy herd is settling in and learning to just be horses. Exactly as it should be!