The compass is moving along nicely. It appears to come out one end as effortlessly as it went in the other.
More good news this morning, when M found the metal “handle” like part, along with the little view-finder piece on the floor in the backseat of my car. It appears all he needed to “pass” was some chewed up plastic and little shards of glass, which Shana spotted yesterday. That’s nothing for an omnivore like Duke.
Let’s hope it’s all out.