Berger is recovering nicely. His ears are clearing up, and he is no longer panting and scratching. He has become accustomed to the good life though. He thinks the living room rug is his, and that the boys are his personal feeders. He is like a big king dog with a bunch of Zombie kids bringing him food.
On a bit of a Zombie kick. The Ogre keeps having Zombie dreams, which I originally thought were related to work stress. Now I keep trying to mention Zombies as much as possible to keep them in his thoughts so he will keep having Zombie dreams. It's kind of mean, but his dreams are so amusing. Really, if you see the Ogre, ask him about the Zombies.
Back to Berger. He is doing well. He is probably better off than before. The boys have not been riding him because they know he is sick, and they have been giving him so many treats that he probably gained 5 pounds of pure cheese.