Princess

It's 230 am and I'm up with baby dog. She has colitis, and it's acting up. I worry about her, she's 11 years old. As you recall her Mom, the Bear, passed on March 1, and to be honest,I'm not ready to lose her too.

She's sleeping comfortably now, and hopefully the imodium will help. It's my fault for leaving a pack of fudge cookies on the bed. She's got a sweet tooth, and as you know chocolate and dogs don't mix.

UGH, I feel so bad for her.