Blech

It must be the week for dog sickness. We all know that they’re going to get into stuff and it’s going to come out one end or the other.

On Thursday, as I was getting ready for a meeting at 7:30 (in the morning, mandatory, and definitely not scheduled by me, but at least there was bacon), I heard what I thought was Zoe coughing in the living room. She’s done that occasionally, and not regularly enough to be of major concern, so I thought she just had something stuck in her throat. “Something” was her entire breakfast, a bowl’s worth of partially digested kibble.

She’s only thrown up a couple times since we’ve had her (unlike Abby, who had a technicolor yawn about once a week until she started chemo, and then she rarely vomited after that– go figure). And until Thursday, she did it outside, which was quite helpful to me. I mean, if she’s got to do it somewhere… we still clean it up, but I can be less meticulous about cleaning the grass than the living room carpet.

Tags: abby, zoe