While I had my hedonistic morning, something else happened and if you follow him on Facebook you already know; Ray got sick. He starting throwing up in the early afternoon and every few hours throughout the evening, once overnight, again a few times on Sunday. I was starting to feel a bit panicked because he only ate half of his breakfast on Saturday morning, refused food all the rest of the day-even the boiled chicken and rice I made him. Thankfully he still drank water and ate ice chips to keep hydrated. Also, Ray usually smells like nothing and I could smell sick-dog smell on him.
The really cute and somewhat sad thing about Ray is that he hates to throw up in the house. He runs to the door and stands there, waiting to be let out. He actually seems to hold it as long as possible until he can go out to a good spot. Everytime we missed the signal or overnight, there was a bit of vomit by the door. What really started frightening me was when he vomited on his foot and didn't even seem to mind.
I think he probably ate something that disagreed with his tummy and after thinking and talking about all the possibilities, we feel it was a certain one of his treats, which we will obviously no longer give him. Finally Sunday afternoon he ate his chicken and rice with a little kibble and acted like he was regaining some strength. By Sunday evening he was acting a bit more playful and even begging for a taste of my sorbet and this morning my happy wiggle butt was back.
Thanks for all the good healing thoughts and wishes you all sent over the interwebs. We really appreciated all your kind words.