Upset

Upset.

It seems to be the theme around these parts.

Scout took a turn for the worst yesterday and The Decision was made. It was absolutely the right thing to do, and we are all relieved that he is no longer in any pain. I would speculate his immediate plans in Doggy Heaven involve either eating or sleeping, or being fawned over by adoring doggy-loving angels. Any way you look at it, he is in a much better place.

Caleb developed an upset tummy today, would not eat this morning, and threw up all of his dinner this evening (Happy Birthday, three piles of dog puke for yooooou!). I finally managed to get him to eat a can of wet food over the course of an hour and a half by feeding him tiny bites with a spoon. I have no idea where this dog got it in his head that he should be spoon fed, (But I am looking suspiciously at you, Mother), but if Caleb could use his corgi mind meld powers to convince me to feed him in little bites with a spoon for every meal, he would. Despite the upset tummy, he looked positively joyful at being spoon fed an entire can of wet food and thankfully seemed to perk up after he was able to let it digest for a bit.

Hopefully, Caleb and I do not start the New Year off with a visit to Dr. Michelle.