So far, I am not feeling like puking or doing anything else. Der Bingle is holding his own as well. We’re not sure about Cameron; Colin and Summer have had it for a day or so; Alison thinks she had it to some degree on Christmas Eve Day. (She had a flu shot). Late this afternoon Robert could keep nothing down – unfortunately, the last thing he ate was steak. Alison lamented that too bad it hadn’t been a hamburger helper meal.
I don’t know about Quentin back in Houston.
Shane has sore paws, but no flu. Shane is the one who will probably go to the doctor. Ah, a dog’s life. (He got THREE Wubba rings and TWO Wubba footballs for Christmas.)
OH NO . . . I feel a rumbling in my gut.