The Gator has pancreatitis and I'm not feeling so good myelf.

We're home from a flying trip to Fresno to see the sicko Mr. B in his recovery from rotavirus. He's doing fine and scarfing up the formula and Cheerios and anything his Mom can shovel in fast enough.

During the course of the illness, he managed to infect his Mom, so we held her hand while she wasn't well and then we came home.....

To our seven year old Miniature Schnauzer Annabel (aka "Gator" short for the Annigator,pictured at right in her sexy marabou collar that Sarah got her for Christmas), who was acting puny and not eating. Swell. A trip to Dr. Patrick and a blood test later, the Gate has been diagnosed with pancreatitis. She is taking a course of antibiotics to prevent secondary infections and pretty much laying around in quilts and sleeping.

That doesn't present a problem for us, having contracted the dreaded rotavirus from our beloved Mr. B., we are pretty much laying low, not eating ourselves. Helluva way to celebrate our Tenth Wedding Anniversary! Not only that, I was scheduled to fly to Ontario, CA with my friend Kathy B to attend the Road to California quilt show through Sunday. After pickup at the Sacramento Airport hubby was going to take me up to Lake Tahoe for a few days. That is still under consideration, but not looking too good at this point. Does this stink, or what?

I'm sure we'll all feel better tomorrow, but right now we are all ready to go to bed without our supper (except Ace, of course).