I'm dog tired tonight, but I want to keep my readership up, so I'm making the supreme effort to post, y'all. ;)
Got home from a long day in town nannying followed by some errands. Think I rolled in about 10:30 tonight . . . and I left at 8:00 this AM. That's a solid day, eh?
When I picked the dogs up from their "grand parents'" (my folks), Mom mentioned that Maisy had urped 3 times since her dinner. She said Maisy obviously got into something but that there shouldn't be much remaining in her stomach. Wrong. She vomited a HUGE amount up in the back of the car on the way home. Fortunately, I had half a box of Kleenex in the car. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite enough. So, my first welcome-home task was to put on work clothes and clamber into the back of the car to clean up the rest of the mess and then scrub, scrub, scrub. I wonder how the ol' Yaris is going to smell inside on the first nice, hot day? (Ugh.)
Oh, AND . . . every time the dear dog has tried to come inside tonight, she vomits again! Although, truly there's nothing much left now. And, to her credit, she seems to know that it would be better if she stayed outside. Tucker's keeping her company out of sympathy. I've left the front door ajar. They can come in when they're ready. I sure do wonder what they (or Maisy, at least) got into, though! The accident in the car was very . . . umm . . . cheesy. (You weren't eating, were you?)
Okay, it's midnight, and this lady homesteader is turning into a pumpkin. Hasta manana.