Wednesday, July 27, 2016
What's the Deal?
Yesterday, Winston went back to puppy day care for the first time since before the whole gimpy-leg thing happened two months ago.
He was hopping up and down, excited as a kid heading for the swimming pool on a 100 degree day. Tail wagging, he pulled me toward the door, eager to see his pals. He was happy. I was happy.
I picked Winston up about 5 hours later. He immediately fell asleep. That's what I love about day care. A tired puppy is a good puppy.
We got home, and as soon as I sat down, Winston upchucked all over the floor.
Do you think he and his pals may have over-celebrated?