Leonardo's Day

My Jack Rascal Terrorist turns 17 today, and he's going strong. This would be noteworthy in itself, but it's even more remarkable given that just one year ago the vet diagnosed him with congestive heart failure compounded by a tumor and gave him only a few days to live. Leonardo wasn't ready to toss in the towel yet, not as long as he still had money in his meter, and not as long as I was feeding him my homemade meatballs. At the time it was all he would eat. The vet said that under the circumstances I should give him caviar and champagne if he wanted it. Man, it costs a fortune keeping a dog in caviar and champagne. Evviva, Leonardo!