Sure Cure for the Oopsies!

Ugh! All those turns and twisties in the road on Camp Pendleton. It's sure a pretty place with the hills, lakes and meadows but it's awful on a puppy's digestive tract. I made it all the way back to Fallbrook and then "kablooey". First off Mom noticed I was sitting upright and squished way into a corner of my carseat. Well, I didn't want to get any barf on MEEEE. What else would you do?

Mom pulled over and cleaned up my car seat, my jacket and my leash, gave me some water and some loving, and then we kept going. She'll need to take the car into the car wash later. It smells pretty much like doggie barf....and after a day in the heat, it's like pretty baked in, I think.



Here's me today. I have a slight headache so I cleared the couch of it's arrangement of cushions and crawled underneath a couple. It always helps to put a pillow on your head if you aren't feeling well.



After about an hour, I decided to see if it helped my tummy, too. Yup! It does. I think I'll feel much better tomorrow. Today I'm just going to take it easy.

PS - Grandpa - when I go play outside I get burrs...you know, little round stickers...in my fur. And then I get on the back of Mom's chair and those burrs sort of migrate into her hair. Lately there have been a lot of stickery things in the back yard so between plucking them off me and pulling them out of her hair, we're pretty busy before we go to bed. The word she was saying was "STICKERS".

Love,

Your Grand Dogger,

Mary-Margaret O'Brien