Update: He's still going strong. With the steroids down to a minimum he's back to his old self for most of the day....still plays tug like a beast posessed. Eating us out of house and home...well not really but he's a bottomless pit. Still runs a block or so with me if I set the pace....it's kind of easy to pretend he's not sick...the prednisone still gives him the shits tho, but the rx meds from the vet help. Tuesday was his 7th birthday. He got half a dozen scrambled eggs for breakfast, 3 mcdonalds cheeseburgers for lunch and freshpet expensive ass refridgerated dog food for dinner... I'm hoping we can maintain this level of quality for him for as long as possible. Every day is a gift but I would love to see him make it past our wedding.