Saturday, Avery began having 'tummy issues', nothing he ate stayed with him long. And I even fed him all the starchy food he wanted but it was just running right through (sorry if TMI). Sunday morning I thought he felt warm but we decided to go to church with him anyways, he was okay all day and ate like a pig!
Monday he was okay but it turned into a horrible afternoon. Our Maltese was attacked and killed by a big dog. I took the younger two for a walk, he went along, no leash laws. We headed down our long dirt driveway (that picture in my profile) towards the main road. We could see the main road but weren't on it when we turned to come home, our doggie stopped to potty and a big dog from ACROSS the main road came across and attacked him, proceeded until he killed him. Great, with my kids watching it all, and it was her dog.
Even better? The owner opened the door to yell at the dog but did nothing after that. We called the humane officer, they aren't answering the door when he's there, nor when I stopped by there. They can't remove the dog from private property UNLESS he has no tags or license. Never mind he was off that property to get my dog, never mind it could've been my 4 year old, never mind there is a public fishing lake right there too and it could be any kid or adult for that matter. I spoke with HO on Tuesday he was coming back out to do a more thorough search for our dog's body, leaving a card and note if they continued to not answer the door with our name and number too. We've still heard nothing. Irks me to pieces.
Tuesday the tummy issues returned for Avery, he was scared to go to the mailbox with me, just right down from our house. I did finally convince him to go that we weren't going down the road "where that big black dog killed our Frosty?" SIGH.
Yesterday morning he made one comment that his belly hurt, after eating breakfast but he said he was fine. We left to go to my parent's house, three miles down the road I stop to get gas and have to get him out of the car to puke. Then again just a few feet short of their driveway...as he insisted he was fine and wanted to go. They have just moved this past weekend, my Dad is home they wanted to see Grandma & Grandpa and help unpack boxes and such. He got sick one more time that afternoon, took a nap and was fine the rest of the day.
Today, he's running a fever again, ate breakfast okay but has had to run for the potty once.
I WISH he'd get better!!
I WISH the neighbors would own up for their dog's actions.
Oh and yes, I WISH the election had went the other way. That's all I'm saying about that. My candidate didn't win but I'll trust God on this even if it scares me!!
Hopefully the weekend is better for us!