Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I was going to review Bible Girl & The Bad Boy today (a great read, available at http://www.amazon.com/Bible-Girl-Bad-EC-Stilson/dp/1463653654/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1341326488&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=bible+girl+%26+the+bad+boy), but Franklin has been sick.
It started Saturday with a rash on his tummy. He couldn't leave it alone. He was scratching and licking it so much that he had blood on his face. He wouldn't let me treat it with doggie rash spray. It probably stings.
So I gave him an antihistamine. It really knocked him out. He ate supper that night, but looked miserable.
He had breakfast Sunday morning, but a few hours later he barfed it up (sorry, but he did). Then he drank some water and it came back up.
Poor little Franklin didn't eat supper on Sunday or breakfast on Monday. He also didn't drink anything. Although he doesn't go outside much, he can't go without water for long, especially in this heat.
He wouldn't even eat chicken noodle soup (mostly broth) or a saltine.
It was amazing how he perked up after eating that chicken. He actually played for a few minutes with his partner in bromance, Harper.
This morning he ate a little kibble mixed with chicken, and then finally, he drank some water. Everything is staying down.
The rash is still there, but we'll work on that.
I thought we would be making an expensive trip to the vet this morning. We'll still go if it becomes necessary, but I think Franklin will continue to recover.
Franklin has kept Mommy rather busy, so we don't have a regular post today; but I knew you'd want to read about my Frankie.
I had a long night last night. I was caught in a complicated nightmare.
I was in high school again -- a nightmare in and of itself.
I got angry after volleyball practice and when everyone was gone, I set the gym on fire. On Monday, the coach accused me. Somehow she knew it was me! I wouldn't admit it even though I knew it was me!
I had to repeat my junior year in high school, all the while denying that I had set the gym on fire.
I think I had the nightmare because my 35th high school reunion was last weekend. I didn't attend.
Maybe the nightmare was my punishment for not going to a reunion I didn't want to go to anyway because most of the people I knew are dead.
But I'm still here, and so is Frankie.
At the moment, he's looking out the living room window and barking at a cat that's strolling down the street in the heat.
We'll stay cool and take tomorrow to relax.
We hope to return on Thursday with the review of Elisa's newest, which you won't want to miss (go to that link at the beginning of the post and order now if you don't have her book yet).
You know, Elisa is my middle child I never knew I had. She's exactly the right age to be between Favorite Young Man and The Hurricane.
Any girl who would dye her hair with red kool aid has to be a kid of mine!
Infinities of love and have a safe and blessed 4th of July,