It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better
Baby Dog was so lassitudinous that she spent the afternoon in her crib, listening to her stuffed butterfly playing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” over and over again. In the late afternoon her temperature was up to 103, and we were fretting about calling the doctor. When darkness fell, I noticed that the moon was visible out of our bedroom window. Thinking (correctly) that might cheer her up, I picked her up and walked her over to show her. As I picked her up, she said, “Play?” I took that as a cue and, after a look at the moon, set her down in the living room. She took a tentative look at her stuffed lion, then a less tentative look at one of her books. In no time, she was toddling about like normal, chattering happily and playing with her toys and books. She ate a reasonable supper and by 8 p.m. she didn’t seem hot to the touch anymore. She’s sleeping now and maybe the worst has past.