My parents are both pretty worried about Jonah, because he is doing almost nothing but sleep. I'm rather relieved he's sleeping, personally. He was on his feet and trying to find a way through the metal side fencing to get off of the highway and to the neighborhoods when Mom found him, but since he's been brought into the house he's been a bit 'zombie-like.'

I really think he's just resting and recovering strength. I think the only thing that was keeping him on his feet out on the highway was the need to survive. If he went to sleep out there, I don't know that he would have woken up. He's safe here in the house. He's not out in the heat and elements. Strange humans are pouring things on his legs and down his throat and are messing with his wounds, but they're not hurting him so we're not anything to worry about. He's safe, he has food, it's quiet. I think he's taking every spare moment he can possibly get to try and build up strength.

He did sick up last night, but he's kept all of his medicine and food down today, so far. What worries me is that he hasn't stuck his nose in the water once. He's been awake long enough and is in such bad condition that I'm putting the water in his mouth for him. This is really my biggest concern at the moment. I'm happy for him to be resting. His legs are still in ridiculously terrible condition and the holes all over his body are awful, but we can already see them as better than they were two days ago. I have a small syringe, and am squirting water into his mouth at regular intervals. He's taking it just fine, but I wish he had the energy to drink. Fighting all of the problems that he has, dehydration would sap so much vital energy from him. Dehydration is something he really doesn't need right now. Please drink some water, puppy.

Jonah is on seven different medications that he needs to take a few times during the day. I went in just now to give him 4 of them.

He's sleeping in the master bathroom. It has two entryways, it's in the corner of the house. We can keep him apart from the rest of the dogs, and it is in a very quiet, peaceful part of the house. He's spending most all of his time sleeping in one corner. The wall behind him and the floor around him is smeared with blood. Any time he moves, he leaves behind a fresh trail. I don't blame him for not moving a whole lot.

He did open his eyes to look at me when I went in to check on him, which surprised me. We were legitimately afraid he'd died during the night this morning, and actually had to check him to make sure he was still breathing, he was so still. He's mostly just been taking advantage of every second that he knows he has a safe place to sleep and has been resting.

Walking in the room is like being punched in the stomach through the nose. The smell of him just isn't something you get used to, even the smell of blood doesn't overpower him.

He sniffed my hand before I started. I don't think he can see me very well right now, but it was heartening to have him take an interest in sniffing my fingers.

Three of the meds had to go into his mouth. I didn't really want to touch his face; I don't know how much it hurts him, but its in pretty bad shape. The edge of his lip cracked against my hand when he opened his mouth and left behind a fresh smear of blood.

He was so good about letting me squirt liquid in his mouth four different times. I know two of those (three doses) didn't taste very good at all, but he didn't fight me on it. He just accepted my hands on his face and opened his mouth for me. After we were done, I gave him half a cup of food. His immune system is so shot that he's getting vitamin shots, and he's so malnourished that too much food will make him sick. I could see his head shaking with the effort of holding it up for me to give him the medicine. He seemed a bit concerned that I was walking away, so I sat down next to him for a little while.

The only area of his head I can touch is about an inch and a half of skin over his left ear. He hasn't shown a whole lot of interest in being best friends with us people (Who could blame him?) but he turned his head into my fingers and seemed to appreciate the affection. I didn't stay long. He wasn't laying his head back down to go to sleep, so I left him alone in hopes that he would. He watched me leave.