K is flourishing despite her chemotherapy. None of the side effects have yet hit K. Tomorrow, she gets her white blood cell count measured, checking to be sure that her bone marrow wasn't suppressed too much by her first round of chemo. She didn't care about that today - she wanted to romp!
Yesterday evening, I suddenly realized that a day will come when K won't be so enthusiastic about toothbrushing and training every evening. She might not nudge anymore as bedtime approaches, and eventually, our shared routine will end. It made me realize that it's the small and seemingly inconsequential habits that define a relationship with a dog.