21 weeks today! Yay!
So that garbage-diving Scotch did the other night set off some massive GI issues in him... He's was throwing up all Tuesday evening and yesterday. And of course he only had the decency to puke on the kitchen floor or a crappy carpet runner once or twice - the rest of the time it was on the livingroom carpet (we had our carpet professionally cleaned just before Preston's birthday, so it had been looking pretty stellar). So I had to go on my way to band last night and get some industrial-strength spot shot to get the stains out. When I got home from band, I was totally awake so I cleaned up the spots. I must say, the stuff worked wonders, although it was pressurized from being in my cold car for 3 hours... it squirted uncontrollably when I first opened it (that's what she said...). In all honesty, though, Skip and I were pretty worried about him because he normally has an iron stomach and rarely gets sick. Skip said he was laying on the couch shivering last night. Poor pup. :(
As of this morning, my dog seems to be better, although he totally and completely commandeered the bed last night, which made it basically impossible for me to get much sleep (we had him cordoned off into our temporary room so he wouldn't puke in the aforementioned livingroom). When I did try to move him, he just sat (and he sits really tall) and STARED at me for god-knows how long, because I eventually fell asleep. When I did wake up from my hips being sore from not moving from not having any space, Scotch was laying ON me. And he's almost 70 pounds. Yay... Back to the couch tonight, pal!
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