Hork

Tiny Dog must have eaten something untoward in the back yard yesterday, for she is ailing a bit today. She's been ill in such a manner before and bounced back, so it is not a grave concern; nevertheless, we're keeping a close eye on her to make sure she does not take a turn for the worse.  She is spending a great deal of time ensconced inside Herself's sweatshirt, which seems to provide her comfort. Hopefully she will be back to her regular playful self soon.

Herself thoroughly dislikes when the animals are unwell.  Sick people? She looks after them with sympathy and without a problem. Sick pets? That's a different story. For reasons she cannot enunciate, Herself finds a suffering animal to be very worrisome. She feels a visceral discomfort, bordering on (yet different from) fear. Perhaps it is a form of empathy.  And while Herself can turn down the degree of empathy she allows herself to feel towards people -- and must, lest the weight of the afflictions of humanity become too heavy -- it appears that she seems unable to do so when animals are concerned.  She jokes that she clearly must have been some form of small pathetic animal in a former life.

Feel better, Tiny Dog.