I came home tonight, walked the Lola, fed her, and then started dinner.
And then I found Lola in our bedroom standing between two large piles of vomit (her own, thankfully) , looking very confused.
I got her away from it, handled it at length, and eventually ate dinner. My appetite being somewhat less than it had been. These things happen.
I figured she'd eaten too fast, or eaten something weird...although, she got sick in the mountains too, so I don't know.
Anyway, later as I was cleaning up dinner, I gave her a few noodles, no sauce. They didn't stay down either.
I'll see how the morning goes, and if she can't keep down some breakfast, we'll head to the vet. I don't have training tomorrow, so if I came in late, it wouldn't be the end of the world...although, I wonder if New Boss understands my co-dependent relationship with the dog.
So, I've done research, and it would seem to me that Lola could have any number of things wrong. Cushing's Disease seems possible. Likely, even.
I just worry. Life without Lola is inevitable at some point, but I'm not ready. Not that I ever could be.
She and I are staying upstairs tonight to mitigate any damage that she could do. Assuming we can stay up there. Tornadic activity approacheth.
I just hope that this is a minor pothole and not the Grand Canyon.
ae
And then I found Lola in our bedroom standing between two large piles of vomit (her own, thankfully) , looking very confused.
I got her away from it, handled it at length, and eventually ate dinner. My appetite being somewhat less than it had been. These things happen.
I figured she'd eaten too fast, or eaten something weird...although, she got sick in the mountains too, so I don't know.
Anyway, later as I was cleaning up dinner, I gave her a few noodles, no sauce. They didn't stay down either.
I'll see how the morning goes, and if she can't keep down some breakfast, we'll head to the vet. I don't have training tomorrow, so if I came in late, it wouldn't be the end of the world...although, I wonder if New Boss understands my co-dependent relationship with the dog.
So, I've done research, and it would seem to me that Lola could have any number of things wrong. Cushing's Disease seems possible. Likely, even.
I just worry. Life without Lola is inevitable at some point, but I'm not ready. Not that I ever could be.
She and I are staying upstairs tonight to mitigate any damage that she could do. Assuming we can stay up there. Tornadic activity approacheth.
I just hope that this is a minor pothole and not the Grand Canyon.
ae
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