Mr Sugarbears is cut off. No more bones for him. Not because he isn’t the sweetest, most awesome dog ever, but because every once in a while he devours a bone in such a manner that it makes him sick. Sick at three in the morning sick. Sick that requires shoes and cleaning up at three in the morning. Sick that scares the crapola out of you and your husband when you hear him whining at three in the morning. He’s fine now and lounging on the sofa, but it was a tough hour from three to four this morning for everyone.
To make it worse, I am off caffeine right now. My co-workers are going to be thoroughly impressed with my stellar skills today. On the bright side, my baby is okay and smiling this morning and that makes me happy.