He's been breathing kind of weird lately so I made an appointment for him on Friday morning. Then when I got home today he had thrown up on the couch. I knew it was him because there were no hairballs in it. I can't remember the last time he threw up, so I knew the little guy was sick. BUT that must have made him feel a lot better because he finally showed some energy and acted like he felt good. So I took him to the dog park (couldn't make myself take him for a mile walk tonight). He had fun there. Besides a Rhodesian Ridgeback, there was an Afghan and a Great Dane. Such huge dogs. I tried but I couldn't get them in a picture together. He's sound asleep now at my feet. I can't get him to move at all.
Tonight's article is City Secrets: More than 2,000 psychoanalysts converge on Chicago