With a dog like a shop vac set loose on the world, we should be pleased that it has taken this long for her to get a sick tummy. When we go for a walk or a romp out in the yard, she ingests everything from rabbit pellets to hickory nuts and everything in between, not that I am encouraging that at all. The hub went downstairs to take her out and make his coffee and found that she had gotten sick in her crate. Poor little thing. She didn't realize how much being sick really sucks until her food bowl remained untouched all during breakfast. She did not go gently into that good crate when she realized that she and Hill's Science Diet Large Breed Puppy Formula were not going to have a meet up. This attitude repeated itself when I canme home from work and she had again gotten sick. The little puppy attitude came out as did the teeth...to chew anything and everything she could get her paws on. After a period of revelry, she would climb into my lap and take a nap. Then she'd eat some ice chips, puke, try to find some newspaper to shred and then climb up into my lap again. Not to be gross, but dog breath is in no way enhanced by bile. Not a bit. Sarah just came up to inform us she had started a new load of laundry as Copper had once again puked the ice cube leavings on her bed. Soooo, a trip to the vet is in our cards for tomorrow.
The exciting life that I am sure you are all thrilled to read about as you rest from a day of real work. Stick with me. After the vet visit, I may have the joy of giving her pills. That'll be another joy to read about. Gag ack barf.
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