In our home, there’s a room above the garage where we hang out – we call it The Treehouse. It’s 8 or 9 steps above the main floor of the house. George hadn’t joined us up there since Saturday because of his injured paw. That is, until last night, when he stood up, stared down the stairway, and ran up the stairs. Later, I gave him some assistance coming down to make sure he didn’t lose his footing.

This morning he still has a limp but I would say he is putting perhaps half his weight on the front right, a huge improvement from yesterday morning. It looks to me that the antibiotics are kicking in and helping already.