This weekend was... not the greatest, to say the least. Dean and I dropped the girls at a friend's house for a birthday party and then headed out to the ranch. It was windy and bringing Foxy out was a little dicey, but once I got herr to the round pen and on the lunge line, she was fine.
As we were coming back, Vi called to say her stomach was hurting. We weren't entirely convinced because she's had issues with this p[articular friend before. Dean almost had me convinced that she was just being anti-social. The relief in her voice when I said we were on our way to get her was legitimate, though. It was a good thing, too. I finally got to sleep around 5 or 6am this morning when she had a break in the continuous vomiting that started not long after we got her home.
She slept fitfully most of today except the few times I woke her to drink some water and take some ibuprofen. She has a fever now and is watching a movie in my bed. I am foreseeing a long week of nursing her through this ahead of me.
Come to think of it, I'm not feeling so hot myself...