I Had a Sleep-Over

Sailor here.

I horked up my whole dinner one morning. Mom said it smelled scary. Not fun.

I had a tummy ache. Not fun.

Mom took me to Dr. Karen. Dr. Karen poked my paw and my tummy and took pictures of my insides. Not fun.

I had to stay with Dr. Karen ALL DAY. Really not fun.

Then Mom took me to an all-night hospital. It had really shiny floors. Not fun.

Mom left me and I yipped for her to come back. Really not fun.

My tummy hurt a little. Not much fun.

I had a sleep-over. Not much fun either.

Mom brought my quilt so it smelled a little of home. Almost fun.

I made new friends. Fun.

They petted me and fed me. Fun.

They took me for walks to pee. Fun.

They fed me again. Really fun.

I slept and woke up and slept and woke up again. Almost fun.

And then Mom came back and took me home. Great fun!

Mom says I had gasto-gaso-ent (what was that, Mom?)

Oh. Could you please spell it?

Gastroenteritis.

My liver is not back to normal, either, but Dr. SleepOver told Mom not to worry too much. She told me to have another test. Just in case.

Mom is feeding me a blank diet. Fun.

What, Mom? Oh. A BLAND diet.

Mom mixed cooked chicken, rice, and yogurt. She said it was so yummy that she had some for HER dinner. She put salt on hers, though. Fun.

I am not supposed to tell anyone about Mom's dinner. In case they think Mom has become unhinged. Like our scream door. Will Mom swing slowly, slowly in the breeze? That would be fun to watch.

I get to eat three or four times a day! Really, really fun!

Jib is jealous.

MOST FUN!!