Sick, sick and more sick.

Last night we ventured out to the airport to pick up Auntie Cheryl (our 3rd trip out there in 3 weeks). Tyson was thrilled. He even pulled Auntie Cheryl's suitcase for her.
Then at night it was a different story. He woke up at about midnight, vomiting, and it continued all throughout the night and now into the day. My poor guy. He's finally napping now, and I'm hoping sleeping the last of it off. I'm going to need a carpet cleaner next week, that's for sure.