Sparky Saved The Day
As Sarah tended to Noah, Henry scooped up Sparky, who had been anxiously watching from the doorway. "You've been a good boy, Sparky," Henry murmured, scratching behind his ears. "Thanks for letting us know something was wrong."
He gave his dog a treat because he was alert but also because it kept him quiet. He had bought a bunch of chew toys to keep Sparky quiet, and the trick was working.
Under Control For Now
With Noah cleaned and medicated, the household fell into an uneasy quiet. But despite their efforts, Noah's condition worsened over the next few days. His cries grew louder, his tiny body wracked with fever.
Sarah felt bad because she thought that self-medicating him would work. She preferred homeopathic remedies. But it didn’t seem to be helping the baby at all.
Noah Gets Worse
Henry was angry to see his baby suffering and he took it out on Sarah, he blamed her for not being a good mother. Sarah hurried to get Noah’s things together as they rushed to the hospital.
Baby Noah suddenly let out a lot of gas which they both heard. Henry's eyes widened in alarm. "That's not good, Sarah. We need to get him to a doctor right away."
A Dog Under Stress
As they rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night, Sparky's howling seemed to get louder and more frantic. He already finished two bone chews.
Sarah and Henry exchanged worried glances as they tried to comfort Noah, who was crying inconsolably. They attached another chew toy to Sparky’s collar for later and the dog hushed. They had to take him with them.
