Do not read if you have a weak Stomach. Dad does.
So some of you know Dad has been sick for a few days.
Veerrrry sick.
This has FREAKED ME OUT.
Seriously.
The Vet game me Anti-Anxiety Drugs, and I BEG for my pill three times a day right now,
Because OMG-DAD-IS-SICK-zOMG!11!!
Dad says we need to get some TASKS trained on me, FAST, because he thinks my problem is that I see HIM sick, and Pa has to leave the house, leaving us alone... and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! I panic.
What if he DIES??
What if he SLEEPS ALL THE TIME AND FORGETS TO FEED ME???
I panic.
So today Pa stayed home, but Dad was still sick.
I was much Calmer.
I LAVISHED the love and licks on Dad...
I was good for Pa.
Everyone thinks it is because while Pa is home, I feel like there is at least ONE pack member who is alive and well, and can show me what to do...
Tonight, Dad is stuck between barfing a lot, (for which he takes an anti-emetic which makes him sleepy) or having to take a painkiller, which makes him AWAKE...
So I was all sleeping and stuff, when I heard something.
OMG.
Dad is barfing!!
PA IS SLEEPING!!
Well, trying to sleep.
Pa texted Dad from the bedroom, "help loud puppy"
This translates to 'let the poor dog go out, she prolly has to pee!'
I was yodeling unhappily.
It translated to, 'HELP! DAD IS BARFING!!'
Dad came in, he let me out of my sleeping crate, and he said, "come on, you need a snack?" and he put a scoop of food in my dish, and brought it to the living room where my 'playpen' is. (it is a wire thingy that tells me where MY space is and where everyone else's is.)
Then he saw my water dish was almost empty.
Ya can't have FOOD without DRINK... so he said, "lemme getcha some water."
And he went and filled my bowl.
But something in the kitchen sink smells... BAD...
He was making a funny sound when he brought my water bowl back, and leaned down over the wire wall to put it by my food dish... and when he bent over...
HE BARFED.
"RAOUWLF!!!"
I was all, 'I KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS!!'
Dad was all, "nononono... don't... OH GOD."
He ran for the Bafroom.
When he came back, I was sitting perfectly, in the Sit-Stay pose, like the Noble Rottie I am, TRAINING to become a Service Dog.
The floor was VERY CLEAN.
Dad went, "oh god." in that tone of his.
I cocked my head. 'Wat?'
Dad went, "oooooh god."
I leaned my head down, really low to show him I was STILL submissive puppy, and I took a few steps closer, and sniffed him.
'Did you eat chipped creamed beef, Dad? ...oh, and some orange cremesicles too? yah, I tasted that... but I smelled something else...'
Dad made a gaggy noise.
I went to FULL ALERT, SIT-STAY, GOOD CORA!
'yogurt! that's what I smell. I can get yogurt out of the carpet too, Dad. I gots yer back. You just go ahead and Barf again!'
Dad ran for the bafroom again.
*sigh*
I think I am deficient.
Dad clearly NEEDS some help here...
But he barfs into a perfectly good WATER BOWL in there... and he looks so disgusted when I clean up after him if he barfs on the carpet or floor!!!
What's a girl to do???
Cora Dawg needs some advice. I think Pa will set me up to talk to the trainer again tomorrow or before the next class, and we will work on something that I can DO FOR DAD, to make me feel like I have HELPED.
I am told Big Bertha used to bring his cellphone, or the barf-bowl, or... a thing of water? But the things of water are in the FRIDGE... I dunno how to get into that!!
...then again... they keep the CHEESE in there...
...hmmmmmmm...
Cheese is way better than barf!
MMmmmm.... CHEEESE.
Veerrrry sick.
This has FREAKED ME OUT.
Seriously.
The Vet game me Anti-Anxiety Drugs, and I BEG for my pill three times a day right now,
Because OMG-DAD-IS-SICK-zOMG!11!!
Dad says we need to get some TASKS trained on me, FAST, because he thinks my problem is that I see HIM sick, and Pa has to leave the house, leaving us alone... and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! I panic.
What if he DIES??
What if he SLEEPS ALL THE TIME AND FORGETS TO FEED ME???
I panic.
So today Pa stayed home, but Dad was still sick.
I was much Calmer.
I LAVISHED the love and licks on Dad...
I was good for Pa.
Everyone thinks it is because while Pa is home, I feel like there is at least ONE pack member who is alive and well, and can show me what to do...
Tonight, Dad is stuck between barfing a lot, (for which he takes an anti-emetic which makes him sleepy) or having to take a painkiller, which makes him AWAKE...
So I was all sleeping and stuff, when I heard something.
OMG.
Dad is barfing!!
PA IS SLEEPING!!
Well, trying to sleep.
Pa texted Dad from the bedroom, "help loud puppy"
This translates to 'let the poor dog go out, she prolly has to pee!'
I was yodeling unhappily.
It translated to, 'HELP! DAD IS BARFING!!'
Dad came in, he let me out of my sleeping crate, and he said, "come on, you need a snack?" and he put a scoop of food in my dish, and brought it to the living room where my 'playpen' is. (it is a wire thingy that tells me where MY space is and where everyone else's is.)
Then he saw my water dish was almost empty.
Ya can't have FOOD without DRINK... so he said, "lemme getcha some water."
And he went and filled my bowl.
But something in the kitchen sink smells... BAD...
He was making a funny sound when he brought my water bowl back, and leaned down over the wire wall to put it by my food dish... and when he bent over...
HE BARFED.
"RAOUWLF!!!"
I was all, 'I KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS!!'
Dad was all, "nononono... don't... OH GOD."
He ran for the Bafroom.
When he came back, I was sitting perfectly, in the Sit-Stay pose, like the Noble Rottie I am, TRAINING to become a Service Dog.
The floor was VERY CLEAN.
Dad went, "oh god." in that tone of his.
I cocked my head. 'Wat?'
Dad went, "oooooh god."
I leaned my head down, really low to show him I was STILL submissive puppy, and I took a few steps closer, and sniffed him.
'Did you eat chipped creamed beef, Dad? ...oh, and some orange cremesicles too? yah, I tasted that... but I smelled something else...'
Dad made a gaggy noise.
I went to FULL ALERT, SIT-STAY, GOOD CORA!
'yogurt! that's what I smell. I can get yogurt out of the carpet too, Dad. I gots yer back. You just go ahead and Barf again!'
Dad ran for the bafroom again.
*sigh*
I think I am deficient.
Dad clearly NEEDS some help here...
But he barfs into a perfectly good WATER BOWL in there... and he looks so disgusted when I clean up after him if he barfs on the carpet or floor!!!
What's a girl to do???
Cora Dawg needs some advice. I think Pa will set me up to talk to the trainer again tomorrow or before the next class, and we will work on something that I can DO FOR DAD, to make me feel like I have HELPED.
I am told Big Bertha used to bring his cellphone, or the barf-bowl, or... a thing of water? But the things of water are in the FRIDGE... I dunno how to get into that!!
...then again... they keep the CHEESE in there...
...hmmmmmmm...
Cheese is way better than barf!
MMmmmm.... CHEEESE.