Tonight was to be Sadie’s first night sleeping in her own, newly rearranged and coolified bedroom. She went down pretty easily, according to Trevor, and it seemed all would be well in the world. Or at least in our home.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I’ve been checking in on my friends’ dogs while they’re away for the night. I did one last run after dinner, and was back home on the computer a couple of hours later when my friend called. Their duplex-neighbor-landlord had called them to say that one of the pups, Lucy, was barking incessantly. Okey dokey, so I head back over to pick Lucy up and take her to our house. We hadn’t made it out the door when the other pooch, Tonka, started in. Well, I decided I’d save myself a trip and just go ahead and bring him along, too. It seemed simple enough.
Getting Tonka and Lucy into our house without our dogs losing it wasn’t so bad. I figured Tonka could sleep in Willow’s crate, and Lucy could sleep in my (huge, mind you) closet where the crate is. I figured wrong. Barking, lots of barking. So I changed plans. Lucy could just sleep on the couch (which is all she wanted to begin with), Willow could sleep in her crate, Nari could sleep wherever, and Tonka could sleep in our bed with us. Because Sadie was sleeping in her room, right?
So I was in the bathroom getting ready to brush my teeth, when I heard Sadie wake up on the monitor. At first, it sounded like she was talking. But, then, wait a minute… Oh, no. She was throwing up.
Head with her to the bathtub. Grab the phone. Call my friend. Too much for one night. Dogs have to go. More throw up. More phone calls. Brother coming. Sadie’s playing with bath toys. Brother shows up, takes dogs. Shower with Sadie. New pjs. Nursing to sleep. Bad idea. More throw up. Back to the bath tub. New pjs. Finally, to sleep.
We’ll see how the rest of the night goes.