Thankfully the Bug hasn't been downright sick too many times in his life. It's a blessing, but it's also a problem...a problem in that he doesn't really know how to tell me that something's wrong, and I don't always pick up on it. Like last night when he got out of bed at 3:30 in the morning and came to our room. I thought it was because he didn't want to sleep alone. I didn't realize that the problem was that he was sick...dog sick. Until he threw up on me. Then I got the picture. Poor kid. Hope you feel better soon, Bug.