Doggie party...

...or doggie potty？

Got a call from my mom late last night (Jan 2) saying that both Latte and Mokka were having the runs. Mokka was better but Latte was getting it really hard, pooping blood and puking at the same time.

Sister took them to a doggie party the night before and they were given loads of snacks and human food.

Sister claimed that her friends' dogs were all doing fine.

But obviously not poor Latte, or Mokka. Especially not at midnight when most vet clinics were closed.

Dr. Yim was out for surgery, so we had to call around town to find an alternative, only to find out that another two more vets were also in surgery. We were lucky to have found a reputable vet available in the end and were able to take poor Latte in for his care.

Thanks so much, Cindy and Andy, for calling around for me - really appreciated it!

Thanks Sue, for accompanying my dad to the vet while I waited in the car.

And of course, thanks to Belle Belle, Jessica, and Lolita for keeping me company while I waited and snacked at the street stalls.

And sorry guys, for cutting dinner short!

And last but not the least, thanks to sister for calling to monitor our progress while she lounged out at home. Maybe next time you should clean up after your own poop, instead of giving lip service, you know. Having a sore throat is not an excuse for leaving the dogs to your 70 year old dad, especially at such an late hour. You're only a cab ride away from the vet's.

Oh and I almost forgot, your "other half" does have a car, doesn't he?

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