We ate Subway for lunch today, and I'm pretty sure something on the sandwich was bad. Not 10 mins after we ate, I was violently sick. We're talking cold sweats, feel-like-you're-dying sick. We finally made it home, and I headed straight for the cold tile in the bathroom. Axle, still in his kennel, was practically sobbing to get out.
I let him out and made for the couch with some ginger ale. He sat across from me on the futon and kept looking at me with this concerned look on his face. It was as if he was saying, "Feel better! You worry me!' He really is the sweetest thing. :)