He got his Googlespunk back on Saturday (this happened on a Wednesday around noon). Saturday was snowy and he went all humpty and raced circles around the house. He still didn't want to go for a run, though. I understood, and let him rest.
We ran five miles. That's a pretty quick recovery if you ask me. Good work, Dr. Lutz!
Than folding him in my arms and kissing the top of his apple head?