Happy to say the Boo is through throwing up. Sorry to say he is not eating, not even the chicken and rice I cooked up special, and is tracking kind of sideways. So it is off to the vet again tomorrow to find out what is up. Sad when my Boo is puny. He is usually so spunky and spry for an old guy.
Just back from the lalaland south of here, beautiful Marin County, where I met my little kiddo for lunch and a shopping extravaganza at the terribly chic mall, where there is an Anthropologie, Nordstrom's, JJill, Bare Essentuals, and, best of all, a Cheesecake Factory, where we had lunch after our first round of shopping. This is not a usual destination for the cowwoman, but I had dropped in earlier in the month, so I knew my way around. Had a low-cal salad so we could have a key lime cheesecake slice for dessert. Learned all about the latest in my daughter's life, watched her try on size 4 clothes, saw pictures of the latest fitting of her wedding gown, and she graciously drove me around the parking lot on the perpetual search for my car, which I parked near a little tree, thinking that would lead me right there. Unfortunately, there were hundreds of little trees. Oh, well. She already thinks I am around the bend. Wouldn't want to disillusion her. Fine day. Now, if I could just get some food into the Boo, all would be perfect.
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