Elwood - my dog

Elwood is sick today. I could tell as soon as I got home and let him out of his crate. He is super lathargic and just plain not himself.

I'm not the best person to deal with illness. It causes me to panic and I always think of the symptoms as much more serious than they actually are. Today, I got nervous, shaky, and almost rushed him to the E-VET.

My sister had a liver transplant six years ago. She has been through some very intense sugeries and illnesses. She is healthy now and I can't even put into words what a relief that is. Even though her health will always be a concern, I'm glad that things are finally OK.

Since then, I'm anxious about health issues, whether to do with me or my family. I may be a hypochondriac. When it comes to my dog, I don't mess around. He is a 15.4-pound living thing that I am responsible for and he can't tell me how he is feeling. Elwood is more work than I ever thought, but he gives me much more in return, the loyal little Boston Terrier he is.

His diagnosis? Nothing really. I find Vets don't often give an actual diagnosis. He had a fever, was given antibotics, and we were sent home. He is still sleeping and that really worries me, but I'm trying to trust the Vet even though he only saw El for about 15 minutes.

And here I sit, waiting for Jake to return and watching that Hulk Hogan reality show. I hope his son and anyone else involved in that accident pull through.