It’s heartbreaking to have a sick puppy. He was fine yesterday, but in the night kept trying to vomit, though nothing came up. He had some diarrhea this morning. For the first time, he is not interested in food. And he’d only drink a little water. We are on our way to the vet in a little while. Currently he is resting in his crate, which is unusual for him. He is moving in slow motion.
On the other hand, Billie Jean is playing enthusiastically with a ball she found on the back porch. I opened the doors and windows because it’s warmer outside than in. (The snow is finally melting from our yard!) I will drop her off at daycare on the way to the vet visit.
That’s really all I have right now.