Whew! It’s just a bacterial infection. No parvo, no life threatening disease, just probably something he ate. I’m now extremely angry with him for freaking me out. He’s not totally back to normal, but he is feeling much better: Okay so it’s been two days with nothing fun, just sick dog stuff. I’m working from
Category: pesty pets
Okay, so. The Dog is sick. Pretty effin sick, which sucks but also makes me really really glad I decided to take him today. It also means that I won’t be doing the tattoo thing this week, since my dog’s health trumps me getting more ink on my back. Yay for me and my philanthropic
Team, team, team, TEAM! What a day. I should stop there and piss you all off for getting a notification and opening up my blog just to see a two-liner. HA! But, I won’t. Because I’m THAT cool.
So I really wanted to write about something thought provoking and meaningful, really. I did. But for some reason I’m not feeling the profound tonight yet, so I decided instead to write about why Dog and my ex boyfriend are similar, but Dog is better. I thought about this today while I was on my
7:26 AM: Realize that the wet drip, drip drip on my face is not in fact the result of fantabulously-hot-dream-guy’s unrestrainble passion for me, but instead the slimy output of my dog’s panting tongue. He’s staring soulfully into my eyes in a mute attempt to warn me that if I don’t get up ASAP I