Poop Water

At about 2 a.m. the Big Guy started whining in the hallway. After a few minutes of this, I went to see what was wrong with him, but he wouldn't tell me and made no attempt to get up. I laid down with him for a few minutes before heading back to bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the whining started up again.

Jeff offered to get him this time and took him out to pee. When 5:30 rolled around and it was time for our morning run, I found myself waiting downstairs by myself; the Big Guy nowhere to be found. Shea eventually dragged himself down the stairs and out to the front lawn. He had no interest in going any further. He plopped himself down and rolled onto his back.

The only time he got up from that position was to throw up. Three times, but who is counting.

It bothered me all day. I wondered what could have made my boy sick. Then, I got to thinking. We spent all day Saturday at Bow Wow Beach, the most fabulous dog park/beach in existence (really, it's ranked 3rd nationally, so pretty darn close to the best in existence). 

My mind flashed to Shea, swimming in the water, and then taking a break to drop a deuce, right there in the middle of the lake. It was no big deal, I just pretended he wasn't my dog for about three minutes and then it was forgotten. I, in fact, saw three other dogs deuce in the water while we were there.

So, you are probably thinking, gross, Shea was swimming in poop-infested water. Well, even worse, he was drinking poop-infested water. I think I would throw up after a day or two of other dog's poop traveling through my system. 

I am happy to report that Shea is feeling much better this evening. Maybe he has learned his lesson and will not drink that kind of water anymore. My guess is no, but it's a nice thought!