This is my future foster brother. The vet's office is calling him Nick. That won't be his name so don't fall in love with it or anything.
Anyway, he's still sick and Mrs. Master (who is a different breed of crazy) really wants to drive the 3 hrs and pick him up to take her to my vet.
Of course, no one will authorize turning her sedan into a doggy ambulance so we're all just crossing our paws and praying that the nasty Parvo will go away and that we never have to hear that sick, disgusting, horrible bad word ever again.