Watson

Written on 3/13/07: Tim and I got a puppy last week, and after four days of snuggling for five minute periods in bed between naps, training him to come "viens", and having him sleep on my legs, Watson's inappetence caught up to him with symptoms of lethargy and vomiting. He's on antibiotics, anti-parasitics and nutrient fluids now, in the emergency animal hospital for the third night. Tim and I have been picking him up from the hospital every morning between 6 and 6:30, then bringing him to the clinic an hour later, and back to the hospital at 7:30 each evening. Missed classes on Monday, because Tim came back Sunday night, after having left only five hours prior, when I called crying about our little puppy vomiting masses of bile on the examination room floor. Oh gosh, it was horrid and we're both so worried. Last night the Bowdoin College, UPenn Graduate veterinarian called at 11 and told us that Watson may not live to the morning, but if he does, then it's likely that he'll overcome his undiagnosed illness. Crying in each other's necks, poor little fella must've felt so qualmish. When driving him to the hospital this evening, he tried eating my glasses, attentively watched Tim perorate, rested with his face at the bottom of my neck, and sniffed at my tongue rolling sound. The doctors said he seems a great deal healthier, but I'm not bringing him home until he's as healthy as he can be for now.

Addendum: He is coming home tomorrow!