I was awake and ready to party at about midnight, and then Girl Dog started having another of her gastric episodes. If she isn't watched like a hawk when this is going on, she will attempt to eat absolutely anything she can in order to soothe her stomach/intestines. Best case is she poops out a four-foot-long belt in a day or two (y'all have heard that story), worst cases are we end up at the doggy emergency room having surgery, or worst worst case is she chokes and dies. All are sub-optimal outcomes. She also needs to be leash walked every ten minutes she is awake because the Prednisone makes her have to pee more than my mother in law. She eventually fell asleep laying on me on the bed, and there was no moving after that. She's better now, but I'm missing hanging out with y'all on "Date Night".