Errrrrg. Blerrrrrg. I got sick. I got pretty sick. I was puking all over. I didn't want anything to eat. Ick. I didn't feel well AT ALL. Could have been that thing I picked up in the street. Not telling you what it was. Not telling anybody. Nope. Nope. Not telling.
Ugh. I had to take a big walk. I really didn't want to. It was to a dogtor's office. Never saw this guy before. There were good sniffies in his parking lot. He was ok, I guess. No beeping door, I liked that. Just walked right in, like a regular door.
What I didn't like was he pushed something up my behind. I did not like that. He poked me and stuff. I did not like that. I didn't get any treats. I probably would not take one anyway. I didn't feel good. This guy poked me TOO much!!
When we finally got out of there, I had to poop. I was sooooooo tired and we still had to walk home. We stopped at the store I get to go into....I didn't go in though, but the nice man who has my kibble came out to see me. That was nice of him, but I just wanted to go home and sleep.
We finally got home and I could smell something good.....chicken. Yep. Mom gave me some chicken and rice. I did eat it, too, because, I don't know why, but I started to feel a little better.
Today I felt pretty good. I've been eating. I'm HUNGRY!!! But Mom only gives me pasta and rice and chicken....not bad, but I'm HUNGRY!!
I almost feel back to normal now. Still not going to tell anyone what I picked up. That's between me, myself and I.
Struggling, and with an older guy who came in after us looking on in amusement at the bewildered American.....I pretty much got the gist...Harry had "un po' di febbre"...a bit of fever....probably picked up something in the street that didn't agree with him...so, he got a shot of cortisone, an antibiotic and an antiemetic. We were sent on our way.
Harry had a bout of diarrhea after we left. Not a surprise.
We had to pass the kibble store and Donato came out to see Harry and give him some pets and find out how he was doing.
Since then, Harry has been eating what the doctor ordered - plain pasta, plain rice, plain potatoes...and a bit of plain chicken (thin cutlets cooked in a ceramic pan without oil). He has kept everything down and his demeanor has improved dramatically. He WANTS to eat! He is also getting the waggle back in his happy meter and getting happy when it's time to go outside.
I was beside myself with worry because Harry has never been sick a day in his life so far. I hated to see him suffer. And I worried, of course, about what it could be. Happily, he is fine again and maybe tomorrow he can have some REAL food!
Ugh. I had to take a big walk. I really didn't want to. It was to a dogtor's office. Never saw this guy before. There were good sniffies in his parking lot. He was ok, I guess. No beeping door, I liked that. Just walked right in, like a regular door.
What I didn't like was he pushed something up my behind. I did not like that. He poked me and stuff. I did not like that. I didn't get any treats. I probably would not take one anyway. I didn't feel good. This guy poked me TOO much!!
When we finally got out of there, I had to poop. I was sooooooo tired and we still had to walk home. We stopped at the store I get to go into....I didn't go in though, but the nice man who has my kibble came out to see me. That was nice of him, but I just wanted to go home and sleep.
We finally got home and I could smell something good.....chicken. Yep. Mom gave me some chicken and rice. I did eat it, too, because, I don't know why, but I started to feel a little better.
Today I felt pretty good. I've been eating. I'm HUNGRY!!! But Mom only gives me pasta and rice and chicken....not bad, but I'm HUNGRY!!
I almost feel back to normal now. Still not going to tell anyone what I picked up. That's between me, myself and I.
Harry must have picked something up in the street. He started vomiting. Then he would not eat. I frantically ran to the store where we buy his kibble because I know the owner there has two dogs himself. He called his vet on the spot and got an appointment.
It is a half hours walk...really not bad when you are used to walking here, but Harry didn't feel well and I was lamenting that we do not yet have a car.
But, we got there, nevertheless, and he spoke rapid Italian (I speak SLOW Italian...very, very SLOW Italian) I asked him to slow down three times...to no avail. He also said he knows a little English but after that he didn't care to show any of that off to me!
Struggling, and with an older guy who came in after us looking on in amusement at the bewildered American.....I pretty much got the gist...Harry had "un po' di febbre"...a bit of fever....probably picked up something in the street that didn't agree with him...so, he got a shot of cortisone, an antibiotic and an antiemetic. We were sent on our way.
Harry had a bout of diarrhea after we left. Not a surprise.
We had to pass the kibble store and Donato came out to see Harry and give him some pets and find out how he was doing.
Since then, Harry has been eating what the doctor ordered - plain pasta, plain rice, plain potatoes...and a bit of plain chicken (thin cutlets cooked in a ceramic pan without oil). He has kept everything down and his demeanor has improved dramatically. He WANTS to eat! He is also getting the waggle back in his happy meter and getting happy when it's time to go outside.
I was beside myself with worry because Harry has never been sick a day in his life so far. I hated to see him suffer. And I worried, of course, about what it could be. Happily, he is fine again and maybe tomorrow he can have some REAL food!
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