So I'm home now. I am not at the Animal Hospital anymore. I still don't feel one hundred percent. I am loving the snow though. I am still a picky eater and my mommy still has to give me medicine two times a day. I will be on them for the rest of my life. I have been sick every since my mommy bought me. I have Irritable Bowel Disease. Or IBD for short. I can only eat a prescription diet, and if I eat anything that is not on that diet, I will get sick. I get very bad diarrhea and vomiting. When my mommy bought me a year and a half ago, I had Kennel Cough. Which usually takes a week or so to get rid of, well, it took me two and a half months. Two and a half months of going back and forth to the vet to get poked, prodded, and tortured. After I got over that, I had Bronchial Pnuemonia. That took me a while to get over as well. In May, I underwent my second surgery. My first was a spay, and the second was an abdominal explore. They took out four different pieces of my abdomen and sent them out to see what was wrong. That was when we first learned of my IBD. It took seven months for the medicine that we started me on to start working. Seven months of constant overnight stays because I wouldn't eat, drink, or play with my mommy. Seven months of several catheters placed so I could be re-hydrated. Seven months of me trying to gain weight. One visit to work had me on four different anti-vomit medicines, and they still weren't working. Then in September, I weighed 48 pounds. That is the most I have ever weighed. I puked a few more times and they gave me a medicine called Cerenia. Since then I have only puked 3 times. It is now December, and this is the first time since September that I needed to go to mommys work for something other than to play with friends. I now weigh 45 pounds and am trying to be a good girl for my mom and eat. The meds are making me not hungry. I'm going to go to bed now. I'm tired. Talk to you guys later.