Travis got home yesterday to find out that Spencer had been terribly sick sometime during the day. He smelled terrible (as did the house), so we cleaned him, his bed and the kitchen up, and gave him dinner, which he puked up 30 minutes after eating it. He spent the rest of the evening in a funk, not even eating peanut butter, and barely eating cheese. I felt so bad for him, he just layed on the floor, smelling of wet dog, and looked forlorn into the sky, like he'd rather just die (I know the feeling). He seemed better this morning (he was wagging his tail again), but he was still avoiding his bed like the plague. Hopefully, he will go sickness free today.