So I had a little bit of a scare...

Many people may find this post a little silly, being that it's about my dog, Inky. Kind of ironic that I make a post about her yesterday, just to worry about her last night. She had barfed twice, ate nothing, drank very little water and never really left where she laid for the better part of the day yesterday. As we sat down to eat dinner, I felt that I should text my mom, since anyone who knows anything about dogs, would be her. So I text her and tell her what's going on with the dog. She told me that I could just watch her, or bring her to the vet, or that I could always ask Heavenly Father to make her well. Before drifting off to dreamland I said a little prayer in my heart that she would be better by morning and more importantly to calm my nerves, as I was dreading waking up to a dead dog. This morning Clint is getting ready for work, talks to Inky and she starts wagging her tail, which was kind of a good sign. Shortly after he leaves, I get up, Inky follows, which is more than she did yesterday. I grab the phone charger and Inky gets a drink. I noticed that she was sniffing around the little Tinkerbell table that we have set up for the girls to eat at, hoping to find a crumb of something to eat. I get the bread and pull a slice out thinking that bread is a light thing for us to eat when we don't feel well, so I thought it was the best thing for her to kind of get something in her. She ate the little pieces that I tore off for her, she even stood up on her tiny little legs quite a few times for a little piece of bread. I am not going to say that she is out of the woods yet, but I do think that she is acting more like herself, which is a good thing.