Gosh the worm episode turned out to be a bit more traumatic than I was expecting!
Thank you for the perfect intro.
I actually thought I was done for the day, but we had such an exciting evening that I had to update on Carbon's veterinary adventure. Bearing in mind that I'd asked the vet if Carbon needed to be kept calm for the next few days and he said no, about three hours after giving him his de-worming medication I thought it would be nice to take a short drive to a small village that had been recommended by my Airbnb hostess. An easy thirty minutes in the car, a walk around the Roman thermal springs and the village and we're done for the evening, right?
All was right until about two minutes before we arrived at the village. Carbon stood up in the back of the car - something he rarely does - and I hear the sound of splashing. As I was trying to turn my head but still not run the car into a tree, he lurched forward, hung his head over my shoulder and continued to vomit into the front seat. I got the car parked as quickly as I could, rushed to open the back door and get him unhooked from his seatbelt. Out he flops onto the dirt and vomits yet again. It's gobs of water, plus his breakfast and his small lunch I gave him with his tablets. Then he limped over to a nearby tree and had a simultaneous wee and poo. Then vomited water again.
Oh. My. Goodness. Poor dog! And poor car! And my poor messenger bag as he'd also vomited right into that!
I won't go into the cleaning details, but let me just say that I have a TON of large towels in the car and the only one that he didn't hit was the one I was sitting on in the driver's seat. But it got cleaned as best as I could until I could get back to our place and run a very large, very hot load of laundry.
The little thermal spring village turned out to be very quiet and lovely. I just let Carbon sniff and amble to his heart's content. Strangely enough, he seemed perfectly fine despite erupting like Mount Vesuvius from every orifice not 20 minutes prior. That is one tough dog.
Needless to say, he's not getting his dinner tonight. To add insult to injury, he also had to have his very first bath - doctor's orders. He's gone to bed now and I'm pretty sure he's not speaking to me. Hopefully all will be forgiven tomorrow!
I was going to go to the Arezzo antiques market in the morning, but I think we'll play it by ear. I want to wait and see how our patient is doing!
"This is NOT fun anymore, foster lady!"
