poor Rocky IV has got a bug. he was fixed on thursday, and by saturday
he was a-hurting and excreted at both ends in weird colors to prove
it. at one point i had to hold his ears back and push his cone down so
he wouldn't puke back into his face.
a depressing and smelly
weekend, indeed. but my maternal instinct has boosted my patience for
cleaning up liquid mysteries and trying to console a hunched over
shivering puppy the best that i can. i made some plans for this
weekend, but i can't leave this little guy alone. i even cooked him
chicken and rice for dinner. the last time i remember actively buying
chicken to cook was in massachusetts for quesadillas.
i hope the vet picks up soon; their line has been busy for 20 minutes.
Old picture from when he was a puppy on his first day outside. this
weekend is also the first bit of nice spring weather in new york, so
add to the disappointment on missing out on that.
i
hope Rocky IV will shake this off in case we can't go to the vet
tomorrow. either way, he has to decrease his level of suffering so i
can have the heart to put his cone back on.
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