For Daisy.
Yep, that's right, folks, even the 4-legged Spencer is not without her share of drama. Daisy had started whimpering and yelped when I picked her up last night. She looked like she was having trouble going up the stairs from the yard and was shivering like she was scared or in pain.
Cue Jodie rushing her furry baby to the animal hospital, where Daisy thoughtfully provided a urine and stool sample for the doctor in the exam room.
Diagnosis? Gastritis. Decoded: doggy ate something she shouldn't have and now her tummy is upset. Treatment: pills, special food, and bedrest.
So Daisy is now sitting at my feet watching Animal Planet on her fuzzy blanket. (Yes, I turned on her favorite channel. Laugh all you want.)
Hey, at least I have company.
On a side note, I got my red hair color-corrected yesterday and now it looks great. I'll try to post a picture later of my new 'do.
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