Apparently Beatrice (the dog) had other plans,though. Saturday morning we rushed her to the vet. She had been vomiting since 6 am and since she'd only been home two weeks from having 2 gastro surgeries after a swallowed piece of tennis ball, we were worried. And when it went from just vomit to vomiting blood then blood diarrhea we were even more worried. I spent an agonizing 4 days while Bea was in intensive care at the animal hospital, wracked with a bacterial infection. She's better, or at least on the mend enough to come home now, and playing up every minute of it. I'm adjusting to having 8 alarms on my iPod for her various meds and she's adjusting to a muzzle so she doesn't eat any rotting garbage on walks. Ugh. So nothing quilty to post, but I do have some fun instagram shots of our trip.
