Earlier this year, poor little dogster was found to have a shockingly bad arthritic elbow. Earlier this week, I said to the vet that I had no idea how poorly he was until he got better. Suddenly, the lazy and grumpy snoozer, who we assumed was getting old, was acting like a spritely puppy. He's been given a clean bill of health and told his joint looks excellent. The treatment? One dose of anti-inflammatories per day and one supplement tablet. If only my arthritis could as obliging!