** A post from Thursday night. Due to technical difficulties Girl was unable to post then."**
"Hack. Hack. Wheeze. Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeecccchhhhhhh."
Who made these terrible, sickening, coughy sounds at 4:30am this morning?
a. Boy
b. Ribsy
c. Girl
Why, b - as in barf. Hello pack, taste my stomach. A sticky, sweet-smelling clump quickly seeped into the duvet. Boy made like Flash Gordon and zipped the linens to the washer, while Girl tended to the pukey pup. He tried to vomit a few more attempts, but only came up with pitiful piddles of saliva and a mysterious yellow goo.
The breeder says to feed him rice to settle his stomach. His tummy walls are irritated, which is making him upchuck.
The vet, who was making a followup call to Ribsy's previous distress -- his 'injured' leg -- quickly advised that the dog be brought in. No way. Not yet.
Girl thinks it's the raw soup bone. He barfed the other time he had been exposed to a raw bone too.
But Girl has good news - Fizzio Nellie is coming to Victoria again!
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