I woke up this morning because Winston was at the foot of the bed getting sick. By 7:18 a.m., Winston and I are on the way to the vet's. He threw up blood! Thankfully the vet who performed is surgery for his dew claws and neutering was on duty. He's not Winston's regular doctor but Winston likes him all the same. The doc didn't seem to shook up that this silly beagle had vomited blood - evidently that not too uncommon. So baby is now taking pepsid and another pill to heal anything in his throat. This all happen on a morning when I feel as though the flu is going to kill me.
Enough for now, I am going to crawl back to couch and hack out a lung...
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