A dog named mini-Cooper

It’s pretty weird that I posted all those pictures of Hobie last night.  He was perfectly fine when I did it, it was just a subject to use for Wordless Wednesday.  Well, overnight last night, he became really sick and vomited and had diarrhea all over our brand-new wall-to-wall carpeting.  It took me a while to figure out what could have made him so sick (to complicate matters, Charlie Brown also vomited once last night).  But little pieces of plastic cat food container are coming out, so I guess he got hold of one somehow.  We are pretty diligent about throwing the cat food containers away where they can’t get at them, but I suppose a cat could have bapped one off the counter or something.  Anyway, he is now outside sleeping in the yard, and not doing badly, but also not doing great.  Just metza-metza (sp??).

I’m quite freaked out as this is almost the two-year anniversary of Hector’s sudden death under similar but different circumstances.  It took me almost two years to figure out that Hector had a bad head injury that he had sustained in a fall down the stairs in June of that year (2011).  He had a seizure immediately following the fall, and then had many seizures for the two months after that, until he died on August 28th, the day Hurricane Irene hit this area.

We were supposed to go to the Cape today, but our dog association meeting got cancelled, so I cancelled the trip.  Good thing, as there is no way I would have left Hobie in Spencer in this condition (nor would I have made him travel).  That, too, is reminiscent of the passing of Hector… we did a quick, two-day trip to the Cape and I always felt bad that the very rushed and somewhat stressful (we turned right around because of the hurricane) trip had escalated his illness and subsequent demise.

Hobie is in good hands this afternoon, as I head off to work — the cleaning woman/pet sitter is on her way, she cleans on Thursdays.  Poor thing has to shampoo all the carpet!