Suze Sunday

This week has been another big one for Susan the Schipperke. The star of the show was a cooked chicken bone. Here is Susan pre-chicken bone...

Susan, pre-chicken bone. She has no sense of impending doom.

Susan, pre-chicken bone. She has no sense of impending doom.

And here is Susan posing in the very long, skinny path next to our semi-detached house. Susan is very fast, and I chased her up and down this path several times trying to get the chicken bone out of her mouth.

The long path down the side of the house. Suze likes playing chasey here.

The long path down the side of the house. Suze likes playing chasey here.

Because Suze ate the chicken bone, then was sick, we ended up at the vets...

An xray of Suze's stomach.

An xray of Suze's stomach.

All the white dots in the xray are bits of bone travelling through her intestine. She chomped that bone up real good.

Pretty soon after the visit to the vets, Susan was back to her perky self.

Susan as her perky self. She loves the car.

Susan as her perky self. She loves the car.

Until today that is. Last night she vomited at Circos's house, and today she has diarrhea and is not eating. She doesn't even want to go on a walk. The vet said this might happen, post chicken bone.

To be continued...