So yesterday when I came home from work I noticed Duncan hadn’t eaten his breakfast. I took him out for a walk and he proceeded to have “the runs”. When we came home I gave him some plain rice but a little while later he threw it up. If you know anything about me I become overwhelmed with anxiety when Duncan is sick. Probably more than I should be hey, it is what it is…
I was grateful he seemed ok this morning and after ensuring he had a little water and small amount of rice (that he kept down) I left for work and anxiously waited for updates from the dog walker.
She said he was cheerful and that put my mind at ease for a bit but I was still anxious to get home to him.
And wouldn’t ya know traffic crawled and it took a solid hour to drive home.
I saw this article today and bookmarked it: 101 ways to take care of yourself when the world feels overwhelming. I probably need 102 ways but hey, I’ll take 101. 😉
When I got home, Duncan was full of energy which was good. I took a chance and gave him some kibble and about 30 minutes later took him out. Well, let’s just say it was quite a $hitty situation. I literally pulled grass out of his a$$. (TMI??? Your welcome!) He still had the runs. I’m assuming he’s working through some gastrointestinal stuff. Luckily he’s not showing any signs of lethargy or dehydration, but if he isn’t doing better tomorrow i’ll be taking him to the vet.
Once we were back home and I knew he was ok for a bit I headed out the door for a run to relieve some of my anxiety. I started out fine but literally bonked 3 miles in so I just walked the last 3/4 of a mile home.
And now I’m curled up with the belly ache doodle who’s passing gas as I type this.
I’m looking forward to the long holiday weekend to recharge and reset. And hopefully the doodle will be feeling good too.
Have you ever set out to run a short distance and bonked like it was a mile 18 or 19 of a marathon? D