Spent a long day looking after Pax.

Another daffodil. Unfortunately, the tulips have not yet made an appearance.

He is not a pleasant sight, shaved and bandaged as he is. He presses to go out, but then stands still, uncertain what to do. He's a persnickety pooper at the best of times, and so far has not found just the right place or right degree of privacy. He still won't put he sore leg down. The medicine makes him loopy.