Our dogs love to go for car rides. I don’t know why. The only place they ever get to get out of the car is at the vet’s. But they get excited when they figure one of us is leaving.

Zoe gets excited enough for both dogs, with some left over for a third dog, should we ever decide to get one. She knows what the door handle is for, although not how to use it, and she knows where her leash is. She thoughtfully points out both to me, just in case I have forgotten.

She is extremely sensitive to whatever signals we send unconsciously when the possibility of an inkling of an thought surfaces about taking the car somewhere. She seems to know we’re going to go at just about the same time I do.

She ran over Leah’s foot in the last clip. Leah is expected to make a full recovery.

I usually remotely open the sliding side door on our van before I let the dogs out. This is about the only time I ever let Zoe go ouside off leash. She runs directly to the car and jumps in. Sam, ever the polite dog, runs to the door and then stops. He needs to be invited before actually jumping in.

I don’t let Zoe jump out of the car off the leash. The last time I did that she led Sam down the driveway and up the street for a vigorous 15-minute workout.

I have forgotten where we went on this particular trip, but it’s the same routine for every ride.

And now the update on the as-yet-unresolved story of my lungs. I saw a vascular specialist on June 23, then a pulmonary specialist the next day. They were all reassuring. Everyone is reassuring. So far.

The regular practice for lung nodules such as I have is to watch them to see whether they grow, assuming there are no immediate indictions of malignancy. That’s what they are doing to me. I had a CT scan on July 14, about a month and a half after my hospital stay, when I had the first CT scan. I have heard nothing from it, so I assume there is nothing urgent. I don’t see the pulmonary specialist again until August 30, a month and a half after the CT scan. Is that a good sign? Someone tell me that’s a good sign.

Aside from whatever may be happening with my nodule, I seem to be OK. I’m walking with no shortness of breath, but neither the dogs nor I feel like going very far. I think Zoe’s feet may hurt because of an allergy of some sort. I am sure my knee hurts because it’s worn out. I expect to get a new one before long, but not before I find out what’s happening, or not happening, with my nodule.