Sick Puppy Blows the Budget

Hubby-puppy, not one of the actual puppies.

Yesterday morning he was his normal self.  By the evening he was a grouchy ol’ bear (’cause he didn’t feel good).

Of course, you know the first thing that comes to mind these days.  But, no, I’m pretty sure it’s just your garden-variety-type cold.

Poor guy! This called for some immediate unfrugal actions.  I made a run very early this morning to Walmart and stocked up on some basic “kick-that-cold-in-the-teeth” supplies: orange juice, Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup, and real actual tissues (instead of TP).  The tissues alone should make him feel better, because it’s been years since I’ve bought those.

Then I banished him to the guest bedroom, put everything within easy reach (including the remote control), and shut the door.  He’s sleeping like a baby even as we speak.

Poor dude! What a way to spend a three-day weekend.  Boy, he was really looking forward to that carne asada barbecue, too.  There’s not much you can do about a cold - just let nature take its course.  I just hope he feels better soon.