The dog was really sick last week. So sick I actually made a vet appt. which is rare. He wouldn't eat, was lethargic and had...well lets just say other problems that I probably don't need to discuss here but which would be akin to what happens when you drink the water in Mexico. Enough said.
Anyway, it turns out that he probably has an infection in his intestinal tract and he is actually much better now but I was so worried I actually had a conversation with Peanut about what might happen if he didn't get better. It went something like this:
Me: Peanut, your puppy is real sick
Peanut: I know, Mom. Do you think he will die?
Me: Well, I hope not. Would you be real sad if that happened?
Peanut: Yeah.
Me: Yeah, I would be too.
Peanut: Hey! Maybe when the dog dies, we can name the cat Rosie...
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You just tell poor 'lil 'ole Peanut that she can play with our cats anytime! As a matter of fact, I'll make a point of getting pictures of them on our blog so she can start getting acquainted.
OK..that's not funny....I don't want anything to happen to Samson.Great ,I'm already starting to cry,look what you've done.
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