Emma is usually the fastest eater on the planet. The general routine is this:
Me: "Emma? Are you hungry?"
Her: Ears perk up.
Me: Walks toward the basement door, behind which we keep her food.
Her: Follows hopefully.
Me: Opens door.
Her: Sprints to her crate, where she stands inside expectantly. If i take too long, she starts drooling.
Me: Scoop dog food into bowl, set down in crate.
Her: Immediately gobble up every morsel within about 30 seconds.
Today she wasn't very hungry. We gave her her breakfast and she basically ignored it for half of the day, and then ate it a little at a time, finishing it just around dinnertime.
Our assumptions (hopes) are that either she's sick from eating Katrina chapstick yesterday or she's just not feeling well from some random dog flu. Either way, besides the not eating and not being quite as energetic as usual, she's not actually sick enough for us to be terribly concerned. (I did have to assure Houston that it's not his fault - he was all, "Sorry, Emma! I gave you my flu!")
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It rained nearly all day. It didn't pour or thunderstorm, but it just came down steadily all day. Houston and i played Phase 10. Katrina, Houston, and i played Skip-bo. I started reading "Anastasia Krupnik" to the kids and accidentally read about half of it. We watched "America's Got Talent." I read a little bit of "Call the Midwife" to Houston and then later a few other chapters to Juanito (who was busy drawing Katrina's teacher as a superhero).
So it was a good stay-inside kind of a day.