Sick as a dog

Tucker didn't feel good yesterday. When we got up, we found a couple areas of vomit in the bonus room. We were pretty sure it was Tucker because it smelled sorta like poop and, well, he has a nasty habit of munching on the, um, "snacks" he finds in the backyard. I try to to keep things cleaned up as much as possible, but it's harder in the winter when it gets dark early.

When we're home, Tucker typically spends the majority of his day near the back door or approaching the back door and giving us "the look" or trying to get out the back door should you need to get out to the deck. He really just wants to play fetch with his Frisbee.

Yesterday, he was content to lay around without even a sideways glance at the back door.

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The good news is that he bounced back very quickly and seems normal today.

Thank goodness because I don't think I could take much more poop-smelling vomit.