Cody's sick

Today was my first run outside without Mr. Cody. He definitely sets my pace for me, today I was slower than normal. But I did 6.28 miles, so my distance was better.

Kids are going to miss this view!

Anything over 4 miles and I swell, 

hello sausage fingers.

In the last 24 hours, Cody has vomited more than 30 times.

Yesterday we went for a run, then I had to go out to run some errands. I left him in my room asleep, usually he just sleeps the whole time I'm gone - or so I thought.

When I got home, there were multiple piles of bile on the floor, and one particular pile had some type of plastic in it. It looked like size stickers that come off of jeans, but the plastic was a lot thicker. I just cleaned it up and figured he got it all out.

But he kept vomiting. Almost every 20-30 minutes. Throughout the entire day.

At one point last night I remembered the plastic from earlier, and realized maybe it wasn't all out of him.

Joe had the lovely job of digging through that nastiness. He found the plastic pieces I cleaned up, along with many more in the food he regurgitated. Lovely, I know.

Earlier on in the week I cut up expired health benefit cards and through them in the trash under my desk. And I'm guessing yesterday when I left the dog in my room, he decided to go through my garbage - and he ate them - the plastic benefit cards.

We got all of the pieces that were left from the trash and started piecing them back together to see how many he ate. I cut up 3 cards into 4 pieces each, and I Joe recovered 8 from the trash can. Out of the puke, each card piece had separated into two pieces each, front and back. From that we recovered 7 plastic pieces - which meant we were missing one piece. It's stuck in him. Causing the vomiting.

Knowing what he got into was sort of a relief. Praying that he can get it out on his own or pass it is a waiting game. We were up ALL NIGHT with him, he just kept pacing the room restless. This morning he vomited again, and it was so bad Joe had to hold him up. It was so hard to watch. At that point I knew it was time to call the Vet.

I love our Vet. He's an old fashioned guy and doesn't jump ahead into bring him and we'll have to cut him open to get it out. That's what my fear is. Instead, he said to feed him 5 to 6 pieces of whole wheat bread slowly, in small pieces, and then let him drink a little bit of water - and go from there.

He stopped vomiting, which is really good. But he hasn't gone to the bathroom yet. He finally laid down and started to sleep. Then when I put on my running shoes he jumped up, shook his head, and had this attitude like, "I'm good, put me in Coach." So his spirits were up, thankfully.

Cody right this moment, finally sleeping! Poor pup.

We're still waiting. Fingers are crossed that he can pass this on his own! He passed a freakin' leather belt, he seriously needs to be able to pass a 2x1" piece of plastic! PLEASE!!