Lordy it's a good thing they're cute

Or dogs just wouldn't last long with us, would they.

Zipper's been fighting some sort of something all week. I thought he was getting better, so today I had lunch out and didn't come home at noon. Hoo boy. What a mistake.

Came in the house to the smell of "uh-oh, he didn't make it." Poor little guy had been all kinds of ill. It's truly amazing how much matter a 10 pound dog can expel. Since he stays in a 400 sized (doberman sized) crate during the day the damage was contained...but also concentrated. And of course he was mortified at his "misbehavior." So he's looking at me like I'm going to beat him.

Meanwhile there's a big load of doggie blankets in the wash on the "Extra Large, HOT" cycle and I've disassembled his crate, cleaned, and reassembled. He's drinking, has appetite, nice pink gums, and while not his usual self is moving around fine so I'm going to watch him for another day or so. But no supper for you buddy boy.

See, yet another advertisement of the glories of crate training. Just think if he'd been loose all day. I'd have an entire house (and probably my own bed) to clean, not just one spot.

--Robin