We had to take B.J. to the ER on Saturday afternoon. The little doggy was so sick. He wouldn't eat, lick, chew, bark nor did his little ears perk-up when the word "walk" was mentioned ..all are tale tell signs that Mr. B's not feeling well. He began to mope Friday evening, we just thought he was exhausted from the heat. He cried so Friday night that Henry got up twice to see about him. Saturday morning we didn't get our normal "I gotta go potty bark". Harrington noticed he had vomit when he checked on him Saturday morning. He just laid out of the floor all morning and slept. He still wouldn't eat or drink. After two more throw-ups and one on me it was time to seek medical attention.
The little guy was so dehydrated the Doc had to inject fluids into him. They didn't know exactly what was wrong with him without taking x-rays.$$$$. Knowing BJ he probably ate something he shouldn't have and it upset his stomach. After some medication, a good night's sleep, and some tender loving care, BJ was back to running, jumping, licking, barking, and EATING Sunday afternoon.