If it's not one thing, it's another...

Echo is feeling poorly, so we're off to the vet this morning. She's sneezing and wheezing, as if she had a chest cold--but dogs don't get colds, so I don't know what's going on. Time for the experts to step in.

Echo will of course be completely un-thrilled to go back to the scene of her recent incarceration.

In other news, it's taken two days of phone tag, but I've finally succeeded with the American Red Cross message to the Navy and Bill's employer. I expect to hear that he's coming home soon. Or at least, flying to Illinois to be with his dad, and then coming home to me.

So off to the vet we go...