Last night we walked the boys around 7:30. It was still pretty hot, so we kept the walk short. I gave the boys ice cubes in their water bowl as I always do. Woody usually doesn't get to them because Shane hogs the bowl. As I was walking through the living room, I noticed Woody had an ice cube. Good for you Woody!
Upstairs, we settled in to watch TV. Woody came up stairs and got on the leather ottoman, as he always does. Suddenly, he stood up and puked some liquid on the ottoman. Probably the ice cube irritated his stomach. Too cold. He then got off the ottoman and started puking up his dinner. After the second batch came up, he stumbled backward and fell over like a tipped cow. I thought maybe he was choking, so I picked him up and started shaking him and put my finger in his mouth. I now think he fainted. He seemed OK, but I carried him downstairs, put him in the tub, and rinsed him down to cool him off. He was very quiet the rest of the night. He didn't seem to show the signs of heat stroke. Not sure what was going on.
This morning, Woody is back to his old perky self. Bugged me starting at 6am. Tail was wagging. Took a little walk while it was still cool out. Gave him half the food for breakfast. Poops look good. He's resting quietly now. Can't go through this again this soon.
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