A Plethora of Plenty

Well, let's see....what happened after that Sunday? Murray basically was shy for the next week, Sam was under quarantine (he had to stay in the house and not have contact with other animals or with people for 2 weeks), and Bob got better. Much better. As it turns out, he had to get 4 stitches under his eye, but that was it. Bob's off to the right there. No, his eyes typically don't look like that, but I wanted to show that he's fine but preserve anonymity as well. He's apparently healed up, had the stitches out, and is doing well. Still, I feel horribly guilty about the whole thing.

So, I spent that next week trying to catch up at work and things went back to normalcy until that Sunday, when Sam had a reaction to something and had a series of unfortunate emissions. More specifically, he threw up, walked off, and then came back and threw up again. I got him out of the house, so he could do his thing, and called Helen to give her an update on the whole situation. As I walk around to the back of the house to get something, I open the door and see where Sam had gone on his little between-barf walk. He had used the porch as a toilet. First time he's done that in over a year. So, Helen got to hear me swear.

And then on Monday came the hives.