Bella (the greyhound with cancer) is doing well. It's all a waiting game for when the cancer moves to her internal organs. Until that happens, she has no clue she's sick. It's better that way.
The Foo is presently playing with Daisy (the pocket beagle). They've been rough housing all day. It's kinda fun. They're about the same size, so it's kinda cute. She's 12, so she's getting tired of it. He's gonna get bit somewhen soon--and will deserve it.
My daughter's remaining cat has major kidney failure now. He lost about 4 lbs in less than a month. We're doing dialysis on him every night. He's regained a 1/2 lb in the last week and his blood tests came back positive (not good, but positive) yesterday. The vet is hopeful that his kidneys might come back. (If you follow the Pud cartoon, he's the cat under the couch--Duuuuude.)
The rest of the Horde is...well, just the Horde.
As for me, the new job is the new job. Same work, but the bennies are still big (walking to work, bigger paychecks, etc). And I like the people better here. I can actually respect the manager here, unlike the one at the last job. Just got to get used to the rhythm of the schedule, y'know?