I called off of work Monday because I was sick. I started feeling it on Sunday night. Nauseas. Lethargic. I'll spare you the gory details.

   But here's where it gets a bit weird. Sweet little Ginger was sick too. Or at least, she was acting like it. She woke up Monday and I took her outside. Then, as usual, she ran to the kitchen to get some water. She couldn't keep it down and for the rest of the day, she was in a doggie coma. She would not eat or drink and she would not leave my side for anything. So, the whole time I was miserable on the couch, she was miserable on the couch. Her stomach was making really loud and really strange gurgling sounds all night as well.

   When I woke up this morning and started to feel better, so did she. She ran outside for a while, came in and had breakfast and was playful again. She was back to being my peppy little pup.

  Is it possible that she caught something from me, or did I catch something from her? Or maybe, we're both just nuts? I will say that she's been running with me and maybe this was a ploy to get out of working out (:  Needless to say, it worked for both of us!

Jessica

P.S. In the midst of feeling horrible, I totally broke my diet. In my mind, chocolate was the only way to feel better. So I indulged and then I over-indulged (:

   Today, I only feel extreme guilt (:  This means, an extra mile added to the run time and I won't be looking at the scale to see how much damage was done!