A Little Scare

Mom didn't take any new pictures of me, so here is one that she took a while ago and didn't use.  I caused Mom a bit of concern Thursday and Friday.  Thursday morning I had bad diarrhea and she chased me around with wet paper towels.  I hated that.

Karen Jo:  You had poop all over your bottom and I had to clean it off.  I could tell how much you hated it, but you were pretty good about letting me clean you off, even though it took three tries.  You did threaten to bite me the third time, but you didn't.

I went and hid for a couple of hours after than and didn't eat much all day.

Karen Jo:  You didn't even want to share me steak, which is highly unusual.

I told Mom I wanted my breakfast early Friday morning, but then I didn't eat it.  I only ate half my sardine later and when Mom came in to make her lunch, I barfed.

Karen Jo:  I am so glad that you always barf on the plastic mats I put under your food dishes.  It makes it really easy to clean it up.  I got worried that you weren't eating much at all and didn't want to play, though you did come over for your brushing.  You had me worried and while I was at work, I made arrangements to have you go to the v-e-t, if you weren't feeling better by Saturday morning.

I am all better now.  I met Mom at the door when she got home from work and really talked to her about how hungry I was.  I hadn't eaten my stinky goodness, but Mom got me some fresh and I ate it all up and wanted some more.  By now I have eaten almost all of that and told Mom that I want some more before bedtime. After I ate, I tore around the house like my tail was on fire and wanted to play and play.

Karen Jo:  I am really glad that you are all better now.  I wonder if that Newman's Own food I gave you on Wednesday upset your tummy.  Something sure did and that was the only new thing that you ate recently.  You will be glad to hear that you don't have to go the the v-e-t after all.

Yay!