It’s me Chance…that handsome kinda sick Border Collie. I don’t know what I ate…french fries with bad grease no doubt….and french fries are one of my most favorite foods. They gave Far Guy and Far Side tummy aches. I am older than them and my system is finicky.
I have pancretitis. I have been as sick as a dog can be… Far Side and I spent almost one whole night together inside and outside…I barfed and barfed and Far Side almost barfed too. She was a trooper and wouldn’t lay down inside when I was outside barfing and eating snow…she would come visit me outside…and make me come in and in twenty minutes or less I had to go back out again and again…it was a long night with almost no sleep.
Well I tell ya what Far Side on no sleep cries easily. She was worried…when Far Guy woke up in the morning and was briefed she said “I am going to sleep now…you are incharge.” After a two hour nap she was still exhausted and bawling, I was still sicker than a dog so neither of us were in any shape to go with Far Guy up North to watch Adam’s Robotics Tournament. So we stayed home…we napped and went outside and ate snow at regular intervals. She brought my bed to the landing. She said “No stairs for you buddy.”
Far Guy came home and I looked better at least that is what he said. I felt better and started whining for some food…I ate some boiled rice and finally drank some water. I am still weak. I fell down the steps…Far Side says I have to wear my harness up and down and there is no fooling around with the steps and I am lucky I didn’t break a hip or a leg. Far Side say she thinks I have escaped death once again.