Poor Little Fella

This weekend was drill weekend. Here's the thing, do I miss my husband when he is gone? Yes. Do I sit around and whine about it? No. Do I make the most of the time while he is gone? Yes. Do I somewhat enjoy a little alone time? You bet I do. Next month he has to go to Wisconsin for some kind of training for two weeks.

I got a ton of stuff done this weekend. Laundry, vacuuming, deep cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms, napping, working on my tan, pulling weeds, watering my bushes and plants, playing with the pups.

Speaking of pups, Ozzy had diarrhea this weekend. It started Saturday and I made sure that he was eating and drinking so he wouldn't get dehydrated. He was still active all weekend and didn't act sick. Without going into too many details, I'll tell you that by last night I was beginning to be concerned.

This morning I took him to the vet. He has an inflamed colon, which I guess is quite common in little dogs. I got horse sized pills I have to give him and a syringe full of liquid for a couple days. I'm hoping if I tell him the pills are snacks that he will eat them but I probably won't get that lucky. Poor little fella. I hope it stops soon.

Hope you all have a good week!