Mom kept telling me “Patton, too much of anything is no good.” Did I listen to her? Nope, I didn’t. I guess I should have because she might have been onto something.

Remember me raving about how I love this time of year? All the wonderful goodies that Santa brings me? Well, I overindulged in some of those goodies. They were wonderful going down and all was good for a while… then 3:30am rolled around.

I had a rumbly in my tumbly… I thought if I got up and walked around a little, maybe my stomach would feel better. It didn’t work. Mom thought I was being my normal guard dog self. Figured that I wanted to go outside to simply patrol the yard perimeter. So she told me to hop back up on the bed and go to sleep.

I was a good boy, did what she asked me to. She rubbed my ears to help me settle down. (I ADORE ear rubs!) Then I started yawning… and then I started licking my lips. That got mom’s attention super fast. She leaped out of bed at the same time she was asking me if I needed to go outside. Well duh! That was a stupid question. Yes I needed to go outside, I was going to be sick!

We raced down the hall to the deck door. While mom was unlocking it… well, it was too late. I got sick 😦  I still wanted to go out, so mom let me out in the yard while she cleaned things up. When I came inside, mom snuggled with me in my favorite chair for a little while before we went back to bed.

Needless to say, I wasn’t so treat obsessed yesterday. Sleeping seemed to make more sense, you know take things easy. Tonight, I’m working on getting back on a “normal” treat schedule. I’m back to being a cookie monster!