To make a long story short, we went on a camping trip and hit Moab, Arches, Canyon Lands, The Grand Canyon, and Zion National Parks. We were planning on being gone a few nights but two nights into it the Great Dane Sullivan vomitted up his dinner before bed. The next morning he didn't eat and by the time we made camp at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon none of the dogs finished their dinners and Sullivan had the shivers. That night he ended up sleeping between the two of us covered with another sleeping bag to stay warm. That morning he had horrendous diarrhea and only my old gal Shiela ate their breakfast. She in fact didnt' seem fazed by the half incho of snow and in general was kinda bouncy for her.
All that changed by the time we hit Zion. We were just going through the first tunnel when she looked over my shoulder and vomitted on me. So, if you can imagine, there I am stripping down to change in Mormon Territory while Bob cleans up the inside while we're trying to let dogs out to potty, throw up, or crap it all out. If you knew how narrow the road in Zion is, and to add the fact that once one car stops, everyone has to pull over to see what we were looking at, you would probably be laughing at this thought. Needless to say, we decided to hightail it home.
After about a fourteen hour day of driving, stopping to clean up another round of vomit, trying to coax water onto dogs, we got home Tuesday night. This evening, after all the other dogs finally started eating, Emmitt decided to have dinner. You have no idea how happy this makes me. He was going to go to the vet tomorrow if he hadn't started by tomorrow. He would already have gone should he not been drinking and holding it down again.
I just felt the need to share the good news!