Life's interesting around my house these days. I'm fostering a tiny Chihuahua puppy until she can, hopefully, outgrow her hypoglycemia. Obviously the runt of the litter, she was much less active than the others. When she started frothing at the mouth and having seizures, our vets determined that her blood sugar levels were falling dangerously low. No puppy with hypoglycemia could survive the long nights at the shelter so I brought her home. Armed with canned cat food (it has more protein), honey, and Nutrical, we've been doing very well. At first she had to be fed with a syringe every couple of hours and all she did was eat and sleep. Last night, she began eating on her own, which is a big help. Today she has been awake more and wanting to run and play which is not a big help because she really should be conserving her energy levels for a while. As long as I hold her, she seems to be satisfied and that's why this blog was typed with one hand.