Yesterday, by the time I got home, I wasn't even trying to talk; it was too uncomfortable and no real sound would come out. I could whisper very softly, very close to Erin's ear, and we could communicate, but the dog paid no attention. "Come," "Stay," and "Let's go," which we had gotten down pat, no longer existed. Erin and I had a typical dinner, watched some TV and read a book (Killing Lincoln is great!).