So if anyone decides that today is the day to tell me that a dog mom is not a real mom ... after I've cleaned up about 14 (which in my language means 7) piles of dog puke and gotten about 4 (which in my language means 8) hours of sleep in the past two nights ... if anyone decides to share that with me today ... well, I just wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm just warning ya. Oh but back to TGIF. Yay! I really am excited about the weekend and about life in general. I promise. I'm just a little tired is all. And very very thankful for hardwood floors.
Did you know dogs can get prescriptions from the pharmacy?
I had no clue.
So yes, it's true. The eight dollar dog is sick again. Our little lemon spent Wednesday night and Thursday morning puking his little heart out (bless his heart). And I spent this same amount of time running around cleaning up after him, making sure that he was still breathing, and worrying myself sick about him. And after that much sickness and worry ... off to the vet he went. And back home he came ... armed with some antibiotics which were preceded by some fluid therapy (IV) and a couple of shots. We'll have to see how the next couple of days go before we'll know if x-rays are needed to check for blockage.
I promise ... I did not let him eat that car mat.
Who knows what he ate.
But whatever it was, it literally knocked him off his feet.
Sherman would love it if you could keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
Heck, throw my name in there a couple of times too if you wouldn't mind. ;)
Hope you all have an awesome weekend!
I'm off to go hide under my desk. And sleep.