Here's Rebecca on the trail, either laughing or yawning.
During the week or so when she just wasn't eating we coaxed her with chicken breast and barley or rice, mooshed about with homemade chicken broth. We were afraid we'd created a gourmet monster, but as her appetite returns she's turning to her regular food with some enthusiasm. Still, of course, she gives us the stare-down for her treat that contains her medication.
Rebecca's treatment will continue for some months, with the vet gauging her progress and adjusting as we go along. Although we hope for remission, the treatment will at least give her her quality of life back. Thankfully she doesn't seem to be in any pain.
As life returns to normal, our trips to the Half Moon Bay farmer's market have resumed. The Pomegranate Man sings his wares, and the greens, persimmons, and squashes make a happy presentation.
And on days when the weather is fine, we'll once again feel like setting out for a drive in the Chili Pepper, the red-hot Miata... as on this pre-diagnosis Sunday drive.
Chili's bug-eyes look down a eucalyptus lane near Pescadero.
On Highway 1, the misty clifs wind northward.
