At the vets with Rosie this morning. She managed to wolf down some nasty old KFC at the park yesterday, vomited a couple of times last night, with the last one being blood-stained. On this morning's walk she was very depressed, not at all her usual cheerful self, then produced 2 loose bloody stools. So off to the vet with a pot of stool sample. He couldn't find any signs of obstruction or perforation and thinks it's colitis or gastroenteritis, so she got some shots and we're back up there again in the morning.
Rosie usually powers up the road to the vets because she loves the fuss she gets there, instead it was like walking an elderly dog and I literally had to drag her in there. She's had snuggle time on the sofa, has roused herself to shout at the boys for disturbing her, then insisted on coming out when I walked them. At snail's pace. Until she caught the whiff of a rat and suddenly discovered the energy to nearly pull my arm off trying to get it! And then had a very lively time out walking, as if nothing is wrong. Back home, and she's taken over the sofa again.....