My poor Milo has a cold. I guess I left the window open for too long on Sunday, and it got a little chilly in the house. Milo was honking a dog cough by suppertime. He's getting better; but the honk soon turned into a flemmy sort of wheeze. Poor Milo. Everytime he get's into a coughing fit, Daisey is so concerned, dropping everything that she is doing to make sure Milo is okay.
Now his cough has surpressed into the occassional tickle in his throat. He seems much better. He must have gotten some much needed sleep yesterday while I was at work. I made sure he was tucked warmly in a blanket before I left.