Adventures in Dog-sitting

This weekend, Dara and I had agreed to watch our friend, Hilary's, Dog (Ciera). Ciera is a big, cute, geriatric, golden retriever who has always been very friendly. We've watched her in the past (usually three walks a day), and we glad to do it again.

Unfortunately, we noticed first thing yesterday that Ciera seemed to be pretty sick. I won't get into the gritty details, but it starts with a D and ends with rrhea, which wasn't a good sign. This morning when we went to walk her, we noticed a minefield of poo-patties all over the livingroom carpet. Poo-patties and vomit and all kinds of fun things! So we took the dog to the vet, only to find out that she has pancreatitis, a possibly deadly inflammation of the pancreas. Fortunately for poor little Ciera, we got her to the vet in time. The vet told us that, if we hadn't, she probably would have died. Unfortunately, it means we have a little poop bomb on our hands for the weekend. Hopefully she'll feel better soon.