We massively overfed our little dog (stupid idea to give her one of those yellow chews, immediately followed by a plate of Beneful with her flea and tick medicine in it), and now, she’s gone and puked it up and can’t hardly stand.

It’s almost like she’s had a stroke, but she’s still alert. She won’t eat now (which, that’s not so worrisome, given the situation, but she won’t really drink either).

Poor baby. I don’t think it’s rush to the vet yet, but damn. It might be. We’ll give her stomach a little time to settle and see.

Fucking scary.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2136 words, short story: Skeleton Park

Read: The Shooting Party, Anton Chekhov
Comics: Fables: The Wolf Among Us 25-28
Music: The 2nd Law, Muse