Poor Bobo

Our little boy is poorly.  Not the big one who visits only on important dates or when his larder is empty; not the other one, who makes all the noise and has ‘strop’ as his default mood; but the cute one, Toby.

He charged downstairs this morning, straight to the back door, gagging.  He was sick three times.  He has refused food all day and this is a dog who believes if he’s not eating, nobody loves him.  He lives for food; we think his previous owners sometimes forgot to feed him when they left him in the freezing/boiling conservatory all day long.

His tummy has gurgled and growled all day and he has lain there looking pathetic.  He enjoyed his walk but he wasn’t as curious as usual.  He turned down all of his usual treats, including turkey jerky.  He was retching tonight but it’s just bile because his stomach is empty.

If he’s no better in the morning we will take him to the vet.  We’re not worried about the expense; if necessary, we’ll mortgage the children.

Hope: I’m In Favour Of It

WordPress postaday2011 asks today: What gives you hope? And what, if anything, makes you question hope? And what makes you question your questions of hope?

I hope to one day get the hang of this stupid blog because the text absolutely refuses to change to black today.

I hope you’ll forgive the brevity of this post.

I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t go for the obvious again.

I hope you know what the obvious is, or my work here has been all for nought.

I hope you will check out the misery and self-pity that is today’s sapoems post.

But most of all, I hope for better WordPress prompts.