Damn

My Tino has kennel cough. While not fatal, or even a big deal, it's ridiculously contagious to other dogs. It's like when your kid has chicken pox. So he can't fly, and Daniela, the lady he's been staying with, is moving to Spain and can't keep him any more. Right now I'm scrambling to find boarding for him until he can come home. This? Sucks.

I decided it was time for a cry, so I flopped on the floor and sniffed for awhile. Leeloo curled up next to me, and Matty brought me a tennis ball and then flopped on my head. They're really good dogs.