And the whole story....
On the way there, Tito decided to vomit in my car. Of course, just before we got there. You'd think he could have waited until we GOT there, but NO. No idea what that was about, he doesn't normally get car sick although he used to when he was a puppy.
So we get out of the car, and walk thru the slush and muck to the show site, which is a good 1/2 mile walk from the parking garage. I didn't take the shuttle because I was afraid he'd vomit again on the shuttle and the driver would NOT be pleased. Anyway, he (Tito, not the driver) made a big pile of soft poops while we were walking to the show site, so it's a good thing we didn't ride over.
Not too worried, Tito gets loose poops a lot. So I go to give him a metronidazole, which I always carry with me, and of course....IT'S IN THE CAR !!!
So we trek BACK to the car. Thru the mud and slush.
Now we get back to the show site (luckily with lots of time to spare, I'm one of those chronically early people) and I take him over to his handler, Kate. The dog is mud up to his butt, snow on his back, and vomit caked all over one ear.
Here Kate, Tito's here......
SHEEESH.
First thing he did was start begging her for food, so I figured he was fine. Which, in fact, he was.
So must have been a bit of car sickness.
Ya gotta love handlers!
