my poor puppy

bronco is sick. he’s been throwing up from both ends and looking downright miserable. i woke up to a poop-ed up room this morning, and i found half-dried puke hanging from his sad puppy face this morning when i took him up to bed to cuddle.

by 2 pm the poorthing was hardly even moving, curling up on the floor mat. get this, he didnt even want to eat eggs. or bread. or have any water. or salmon. or chicken. or fish. not even bak kwa got his attention.

anyway, when the prefect got home she force-fed him soy milk which he was very unwilling (?! i know, he usually will jump thru hoops for soy milk) and they ended up being very angry at each other–the prefect and bronco.

by the time i got home from work, however he seemed slightly better, and according to ruby he ate a bit of chicken and egg. which is good.

i went into super-mummy panick mode at work thinking i’d come back to a lifeless puppy, but he seems better now. he had some soy milk for supper, willingly, so i’m glad.

if he doesnt get better tomorrow i’d have to hospitalise him. god knows how i’d get to sleep tomorrow boy. (i cant sleep without him, not the other way around)

my new resolution to wake by 8 and sleep by 11 is so not working considering that its 2.22am as i write this. i am tired, i am yawning, but i’m not falling asleep. the pea is over, but has gone to sleep like 2 hours ago and i am still here, hooting like an owl. hoot.

i’m trying to wean myself off a sleep-starter i’ve grown quite fond of because it gives such wonderfully delicious sleep but i feel my resolve slipping as i stare at this screen. ridiculous.

so much to do tomorrow. buggering poop.

i hope bronco gets well tomorrow. he’s so little.

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