My little man if feeling better now. *Whew!*
Wait….
Now my dog is sick. My 75lb baby. He wasn’t acting like himself. He was kind of down. Maybe I’m projecting human feelings on him, I don’t know. Then he started throwing up. Then yesterday he didn’t want to eat. I sat up with him half the night, cleaning up puke, coaxing him to drink water, and reading online about DIY dog fixing. Gave him some maple syrup, because one site suggested his shivering may have been due to hypoglycemia from not eating. He threw that up. On my bed.
This morning Hubs took him into the vet, because seriously, I threw a tennis ball and he just watched it go. Now you KNOW that means he doesn’t feel well. So he’s there, and they’re keeping him overnight.
OVER. NIGHT.
My poor dog!! He’s going to be so sad! What if he freaks out? What if he thinks I’ve left him??
Eva, on the other hand, is living it up. She’s getting all the food and treats that Ilio doesn’t want, and she’s tossing around a pair of brand new tennis balls that she’s got all to herself.
