Poor Dog

The dog is feeling puny once again. He went for a walk this morning, but he didn’t jump up and down in gleeful anticipation and he didn’t drag me up the hill. He seemed a little better after he pooped, but then he went and slept on the couch until it was time to see if I was making a roast beef sandwich and needed protection from any rouge roast beef.

The new worm medicine I gave him does have lethargy as a side-effect, so I’m trying not to panic, and to give it a few days to work through his system. But I really wish I had a way right this second to see what was going on in my house and to make sure he’s okay.

I mean, I’m sure he’s just napping, but I still worry.

I just can’t do it again, not yet, you know?