I woke up early this morning in pool of sweat after dreaming Movement had colic and immediately called Jamey in a fit of anxiety. Yesterday she had spiked a low grade fever after getting her lip tattoo and was napping when I went to see her. I cobbled these facts together and somehow convinced my subconscious that she was in mortal danger. Of course, she is fine and was kicking and rough housing on the walker this morning and worked well, jogging the track. Most trainers wont tell owners about such inconsequential matters like 101 temperature (which is in the normal rage) after getting a lip tattoo, but I pry Jamey for information constantly and he always obliges. Hopefully, my foolishness in this case wont give him pause in the future.
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