Scared

[Kathleen Gresham]

Callie's going back to the vet today (my dogs, I think, secretly have some vendetta to prevent me from getting a new dishwasher--last month Daisy had bronchitis on the cusp of pneumonia and Callie got spayed). We woke up this morning to massive runny poo with blood in it and vomit. She ate a rock. I found the rock. And she's still having issues going potty. Vet office opens in 50 minutes. I'm trying not to freak out and think about scary things like knotted up intestines and stuff that can't be fixed because we can't afford it. And why did my friend tell me about that old Simpsons episode where Santas Little Helper nearly died because of something like that? She's probably fine. She doesn't seem to be in pain until she tries to go and her nose is still cold and wet. And at least our stimulus check just came in, so that should cover a lot.

Idiot dog. You're supposed to eat GRASS.