The winds and thunder didn't last long, but the rain came for quite a while. It wasn't the good gentle rain that we need, but sheets of it flowing down the hill. Sebastian found comfort along with Morgan in the big pile of stuffed toys in the corner. They made an interesting looking couple, but at least they felt safe. Noah parked himself at the door, barking at every sound outside. Bailey wanted to get into her crate with her monkey and bear. The others sat close by Rob and me.
Saturday morning a quick check in with the vet to learn that Samba's blood test looked good. We're still trying to stop the diarrhea. The new medicine is pink, almost as bright pink as Pepto and Samba has to have a very large amount three times a day. This would be tough with a normal dog, but Samba doesn't want anyone messing around with her mouth. It's a challenge to get it down her throat and of course she shakes her head sending pink droplets flying all over the deck and me.
Last night I got to bed by 10:30 but was up with Samba at 1 and 3. Then Bailey woke up at 4. I woke myself up at 6 to give Morgan her pill and was able to get back to sleep only to be awakened at 6:30 by the sounds of Sky getting sick. This virus is the gift that keeps on giving. Just when you think one of them is recovered, it starts over again.
On to breakfast. Sky, much to his disbelief, is not eating today. I'm giving his tummy 24 hours to rest. To say he's unhappy about this decision is a major understatement. The others got their normal meals, but Samba has decided that she no longer wants her turkey stew. Never fear, it won't go to waste around here. Everyone else thinks it's wonderful. I baked a couple chicken breasts and some potato chunks for her and this was her breakfast. Dinner was much the same only I mixed it with her kibble. She ate it all.