Oh... Bad News Bears

No, not those bears. I mean general bad news... forget the bears part.

So... I'm house sitting for some friends while they are in Africa. They have a cute little Yorkie that they secretly think is their first-born child. Anyhow, a couple of days ago she started acting weird. She just kinda.... stopped. She stopped eating, playing, barking...even walking. Needless to say, I got a little worried. Was she sick? Hurt? I didn't know. The only number they left me was for the Animal Hospital, which Emma has never been to. So, finally I broke down and took her....

Ends up, Emma has a bone spur on her spine. I was told to keep her completely confined to a cage until her mom and dad get home. What the heck! I can't do that!! Plus, I have to give her lots of drugs. Muscle relaxers and stuff like that. So, as long as I'm giving her the meds, she is active and thus hard to keep confined. AND... it cost me... well, let's just say... it cost me all my rent money for this month. Part of me wants to email them in Africa and let them know what's going on, but really... they can't do anything from there. Ahhh, the complexities of life.