Sick puppy

My poor Milton was sick yesterday. He spent most of Sunday in the following manner:

stealing the covers, curled up in a ball.

Angelina was not happy that Milton was taking all of the blanket, so she laid on me. 

She also kept looking at Milton like he was going to explode. It's not like he threw up on her, but she kept her distance.

But by evening he was feeling better, yay!

And he wore himself out playing. Look at that face!