DOODLE DOWN...

It’s no secret that Leo is what one would call a “mission oriented” Doodle!

From the time he raises his head in the morning – till the time it hits the floor from exhaustion at night, he is one busy little dood…

Doesn’t matter where we go, he will grab “Wilson” and follow me EVERYWHERE…

I can ask him to leap, sit, stay, and pose almost ANYWHERE, and he will…

But for the past couple of days my lil furrbaby had been functioning at a slower speed. Everyday he seemed to be running low on doodle fuel. By Tuesday afternoon it was clear – Leo just wasn’t feeling his ole “happy-go-doodle” self…

Wednesday morning it “really” hit me (literally), when I came downstairs and was greeted by a“vile” and unpleasant surprise. Coffee would have to wait as I was forced to grab (what I’ve named) “the furrend I’d rather not see”…

Since this “doodle belly typhoon” had surpassed my 72 hour test (if I can’t cure you in 72 hours then it’s time to see Doctor Doodle) I called his vet and got an evening appointment.

I don’t panic as much as I used to, but I do feel terrible when they don’t operate at 100% because try as they might, they can’t tell you what’s wrong.

DIAGNOSIS: Who knows!

PROGNOSIS: Whatever it was, I knew he would survive it, and I prayed Harley wouldn’t catch it!

REMEDY: A bland diet of boiled chicken breast for a few days along with some meds to “evict”whatever germ had tried to move in and take occupancy.

Friday night was uneventful, and Saturday morning he seemed to be on the mend, so we decided to try Agility Training. By the time we arrived, so had the rain, and once again we were forced to return indoors for some “creative fun.”

As soon as we entered the room, Leo gave a stunning performance miming his feelings about coming to class. He found a tiny corner of the couch to squeeze up on, did so, and refused to come down…

The other pup students were busy solving treat puzzles…

…while the two legged folks talked…

I explained Leo’s temporary meal plan to Karen the instructor. Since “boiled chicken pieces”weren’t in the treat toys, I thought it best to “pry” Leo from the couch and take him back home.

Harley was more than ready because he looked extremely hungry when we got to the car…