Ahhhh…the fever has set in. Big time. The suck, it has begun.
I did a bit of writing. Gonna do that even throughout all this sickness. Just to keep the ball rolling for when I’ve recovered.
Coco is *chomping* away at her dental treat. She doesn’t get the Whimzees any more. She stopped chewing on those. I think they were too hard for her. These ones are a little softer, but they’re much more flavored, and she still has to chew on them for, like, fifteen minutes. They’re perfect.
Uuuuuugggghhhh.
I hate being sick. I had such a great week of work last week. But, what are you going to do, you know? I just have to tough it out, get better, and get back to work when I’m, well…better.
Coops got Tabasco in his eye this morning! He was watching the Ho make breakfast, helping her out by sniffing her food down by her feet, and a bit must have dropped down into his eye. Oh, the whimpering sounds he makes, you guys. Kill. Me. Oh, they cut right through me. He ran into the closet, his safest place in the house, and tried to rub on the carpet for a second before he ran over into the bed (I was still sleeping; Mr. Sicko over here). We just got some water and flushed his eye out. He was better pretty much immediately after that. Poor guy. I can’t even imagine. That much have hurt so bad!
Love my pups. They snuggle with me a lot because I’m sick. I’m not sure they know that I’m sick, but they like that I’m in bed. Especially Coops. He’s been super snuggles.
Anywho…wish me luck tonight. Fever sleep is the worst sleep. I’ll do my best, but, ya know…🤷♂️