Cold Comfort Farm

It's been a rough couple of days for little Cody. He came down with some virus yesterday, and was just miserable -- fever, aches, and anguish when I tried to get him to eat or drink. And an hour nap in the stroller, which is unheard of for him (he's generally on high alert in case of puppy sightings).

This is how we got some applesauce into him:



You'd never guess that a mere 4 minutes earlier, he had been weeping, or that 4 minutes later, he would projectile vomit all over (and keep on going until tonight). Or that hours later we would be spending the night at the hospital, bringing down his 105 degree fever. Well, you might actually guess that, considering he is so clearly on the edge of complete delirium.


Poor pumpkin. He's a mess, and actually feels quite a bit lighter for fasting. Which is kind of nice on my arms, but not on my heart.

The only upside -- for Cody, that is -- is that he's been allowed to have his beloved blankie with him 24/7. It's the only thing that seems to bring him comfort. I may regret this in a few days, but I didn't have the heart to say no.