My Scout, My Shadow

Since Scout has been sick she’s barely left my side. When I sit, she sits. Where I walk, she follows. When I stand, she tries to coax a treat out of me. Treats are currently forbidden.

She’s so sweet. I’m not going to complain about her attempts at coercion, but I’m not going to give in to her demands, either.

Scout’s gone more than three days now without a treat, and today was a great day with no puking. I’m hoping we’ve turned Vomit Corner and are now on Wellness Street. Fingers crossed.

Peace, people.

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

26 thoughts on “My Scout, My Shadow”

  1. I’m keeping my fingers crossed today for Dear Scout. And of course for you. It’s difficult to be strong with those imploring eyes, but it’s for the best. No treats, just yet Scout.

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