<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d10463033\x26blogName\x3dSharkey+Malarkey\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dSILVER\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://sharkeymalarkey.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://sharkeymalarkey.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-829112387935905407', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Upchuck Update

As I was drying my hair in the bathroom this morning, I heard a bark in the hallway. I looked, and there was Ms. Penny trying to get my attention (usually she stays in bed until we're about to leave). I'm not sure, but I think maybe she was hungry. I let her outside, and when she came back in she ran right over to her dish and stood there. Looking at me.

No food allowed 'til after 4:00 PM. I crushed up her pill and mixed it with just a bit of water. Last night, she lapped that right up. This morning? Nothing doing. About a tablespoon of chicken broth made it appealing enough I guess, and down it went. Then, she resumed her position at the dish. Looking at me.

I went back upstairs to finish getting ready. About ten minutes later I came down and there she was, standing at the dish. Looking at me.

Just before I left I called out, "Get in your crate!" She abandoned her position at the dish and made a mad dash for the crate. I apologized as I closed the door without giving her the requisite biscuit. And she just sat there. Looking at me.

That look haunted me all day, and I was a little afraid of what I'd find when I arrived home. But the crate was clean! Hooray! A small dinner at six o'clock hasn't come back up, and it's now 8:00. Still not out of the woods, but we're hoping. Thanks for your kind words and concern!
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »
| Previous Entry »