Today I saw a glimpse of the old Missy. Missy is our 9 year old french bulldog and she was diagnosed back in October with a brain tumor. The medications she is currently on have her in a holding pattern and feeling pretty good, a fact I was most grateful for during the holidays. Unfortunatly those medications are not a cure. This evening while we were outside for our "after dinner" potty break she was more herself than I have seen in quite awhile. I needed to go into the shed and look for something for my daughter. It was already dark so I was wearing my headlamp which helps me be able to see the dogs easily. Jenny our pug, and Jack our akita had already done their business and gone inside. Missy has been taking longer than she used to so I knew I had some time to kill while waiting for her to remember she had to go. The shed was fortunatly not covered in the snow drift that most of the rest of my house is at present. There was only one drift to walk though which wasn't to deep in comparision. Missy used to be the dog I dabbled a few times in competitive obedience with. Because of that she is pretty attached to me and does whatever I have ever asked of her. When she saw me head to the shed she followed. It surprised me because this was something she had stopped doing once she started her current medications. Not only did she follow me down the path lacking snow, she barreled through the drifted area not once but twice. She even seemed gleeful while doing it. It made me laugh to see her in action. She was being goofy again! I know our days together are numbered but knowing she is still in there made me feel pretty good today. Hug those furkids close. We never know how many more days we have left with them after all.