Wagging Tail-740

It’s like Groundhog Day here at the ranch except this time it’s me who’s poorly.

On the stroke of five this morning I threw up right between the two pillows in our bed.

The noise woke Ma who of course was not thrilled but had to rise and jump into action as I can’t strip beds.

It must be those bones. I’m probably having a delayed reaction as I only ate a morsel whereas big mouth had a hefty helping.

Good news is it doesn’t seem to have any long term detrimental effects as she was playing as usual last night.

If she happens to have passed on overnight I’ll be seeking immediate medical attention.

I feel like a Medici or a Borgia. Didn’t they have food testers?

Wonder is Dad trying to do us in???????


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