So when you get to be my age, you don't celebrate birthdays anymore. One more year closer to the inevitable, although I come from a long-lived family. My father lived to be 98 and two of his aunts lived to be over 100. Some 90s on my mother's side too. I don't think I'm going to last that long though. I'll be lucky if I get another 20 years. No major health problems yet but I can foresee needing to go into assisted living at some point in the future, definitely if *God Forbid* something happens to my husband. Relatively minor things like high blood pressure, high cholesterol, swollen feet, decreased mobility, etc. Probably all about being too fat. At least no diabetes (yet). I gave up dieting a long time ago. It only makes it worse -- asking your body to spend its savings account. It goes against nature and you usually end up gaining back more weight than you lost. In the end the yo-yo thing is harder on your health than just staying fat. My sister did that all her life and she didn't quite make it to 80, although that actually wasn't too bad -- probably about as good as Puff making it to 10.
Excuse the rant.
Computer issues pretty much fixed now. All I had to do was pull down something from the menu and click on a certain button, but my husband had to show me which button to click. It's like that story about the power plant that went down and nobody knew how to fix it so they called in some retired guy and he came in and pushed one button and the whole thing came back on line and worked fine. Then he sends them an itemized bill: "$1 for pushing the button; $10,000 for knowing which button to push." LOL.
I hope you and Tom can figure out what's up with Broly. Some of it sounds like it could be MBD, especially the army crawling. At least that would be fairly easy to fix with more calcium although it sounds like you're giving him enough, unless he needs more now because of his genetics and his age. The fact that he doesn't seem to be in pain and nothing wrong with his appetite is probably a good sign.
We used to check Puff's weight weekly. That was after he lost all that weight without us realizing it. We weren't going to get blindsided by that again. Not feeding him too many bugs to encourage him to eat greens, but that backfired. He held out for bugs and didn't start eating greens until he got mortally hungry. At first we thought it was a good thing that he was eating greens but when we weighed him we realized it was because he was actually starving. After that we offered him bugs every day and let him eat as many as he wanted, and to heck with the greens. He did eat a little bit of greens (small piece of a small leaf) once in a while, and he still liked squash. We had to settle for that. Not eating enough greens did not seem to shorten his life when all was said and done, especially considering the adenovirus.
We still have the digital scale we bought especially for weighing him. We may find another use for it someday.
Puff didn't seem to mind having his beard touched. In fact, when he fluffed it up I used to be able to get him to relax by stroking him under his chin. "Don't pull that big bad macho dragon routine with me -- I'm bigger than you. Put it down..."
I was outside yesterday, and it actually felt "warm," or at least not "cold". Very pleasant. High 50s. That would have felt cold to me when I lived in California. I guess I've completely adapted after over 25 years up here. About the only time I ever get out of the house anymore is church and doctor's appointments, both of which I now like to do over Zoom whenever I can get away with it. I got spoiled during the pandemic, but now my husband insists on going to church in person, so I go with him. We finally quit wearing masks, but I still feel a little bit unsafe without one. I'm immune to "cabin fever" these days, and I should be immune to covid too, with all the shots I've had.
And to think I thought I wouldn't have much to talk about anymore now that Puff is gone! Excuse the TLDR.