He sure does love his puppies. This morning we woke up at 7 and his temperature was 102.7 and he was GASPING for air. It was the most horrible sound I have ever heard. I immediatly gave him two puffs of his rescue inhaler and called the on call dr to ask if I needed to go straight to the ER or wait for the inhaler to maybe work. She told me to do two more puffs, wait 10 minutes, do two more puffs, and dope him up on fever reducers. If it helped then we should meet them at the door at 9, if not, go to the ER. He breathing was still pretty ragged, but it did help a little, so we laid in bed at watched cartoons until 9. They gave him a special breathing treatment with epinephrin in it and prescriptions to treat flu and bronchiolitis. Yikes. So we spent the rest of the morning on the couch. All of this also means we are back on these:
All of this sickness and isolation has put a sever cramp in my grocery store attending. In fact, the fridge was so bare I decided it would be a super easy time to clean the shelves. Some thing that had not been done in the 2 years we've lived here. Here it is before I started cleaning:
And whilst I was cleaning, I realized how much gunk and expired things we had in there, so it got even more pitiful:
But after I put The Love to bed I was able to go to the grocery store. Saved by Tom Thumb!
Mmmmm....I can't wait to have a lunch tomorrow that is more that bread and cheese. :)