The most dangerous ambulance in the world, with it’s tiny passenger laying on a blanket on the front seat, arrived safely at the new westside dog hospital located in my living room tonight. My patient is a little unruly, feels like shit, doesn’t want to eat the pills or actually anything else at all, but I think we’ll work all that out as we go. Gustavo is home.

He has a long road ahead of him to recover, but he’s got a soft bed in the corner, and all the ice cream he can eat, and our hope is he improves a tiny bit every single day.

Thank you everyone who helped him get back with your good wishes, good vibes, and financial donations to his hospital bills. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have such good fortune and good friends.