How was your holiday?
Mine . . . well . . . I mean, don’t get me wrong. It was great. Really, really great.
We just had a bit of a hiccup in the morning.
Sydney had some trouble. We weren’t really sure what was happening . . . just lots of fluid coming out of her that was not urine . . . but might have been . . . but it wasn’t . . . it was weird . . .
She seemed “out of sorts”.
For example, she wasn’t eating her treats.
That’s a BIG SIGN that something is wrong because her diet basically consists of treats and hot dogs and, as a last resort, dog food.
Anyways, because the hubby and I do not have kids of our own, we are unnaturally attached to our dog. When we say we adopted her, we mean it.
So . . . to be on the safe side, the hubs elected to stay home and keep an eye on her while I went to my parent’s.
Christmas at the parent’s house was fun and loud and happy. We opened presents and ate chips and dip, and See’s candy, and fudge. Then we had a big ole dinner.
We ended the night with home movies.
Of this variety: