Tim is now walking (hobbling along) without his special boot. His foot is still swollen and discolored, but he is improving every day. He has enjoyed his physical therapy to some degree and marvelled at the miraculous power of electrodes passing currents through his muscles.

Taza's still acting like a normal, happy, precious, non-epileptic puppy. Her new nickname is "La Pituca" (the snob). After all, what's more high life than a toy poodle puppy with a pink ribbon and seizures? After talking to another American vet yesterday, I decided that the parasite (worms) theory was a high possibility. People are supposed to deworm puppies before they sell them, but hey, we're in Peru. If she wasn't eating a lot and the worms were taking the few nutrients she had, hypoglycemic seizures could have resulted. This morning I took her to the vet here and they gave her medicine for worms. I now have the delightful task of examining her feces for a while. I must say that (doggie) bodily excretions have become less and less frightening over the last two weeks as I have changed the paper in Taza's "potty box" a few hundred times a day. Maybe that's something new parents can understand.

Our team in Puerto Supe is very graciously facilitating/supervising the repairs to our home there. It's nearly remodeling at this point, not to have anything fancy, but have something structurally sound. A few walls had dangerous cracks and they have now discovered that there is a leak under the floor. Our parquet (wood?) floors will be ripped up and replaced with concrete, unfortunately not the fancy stuff that's appearing in the US these days but plain polished concrete. I'm thinking warehouse. We get some color choices: red, black, green, yellow, or any combination of those. Oh dear. Looks like I need to start keeping my eyes open for area rugs.

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