Hayu

Last night Hayu wouldn't come when I called him.  He was down on the dock, just standing there.

Hmmm, something's up.

I walked down and looked at his incomprehending eyes.  Damn.  I know that look.  This is really, really bad.  

He couldn't walk up the stairs.  I carried him up and put him on the couch.  He collapsed.  He couldn't raise his head.

He shuddered.  He grew still.

He's gonna die.  Way too small for this.

I spent the night stroking his head, he had no idea I was even there.  Certainly halucinating his ass off.

Twelve hours later he started to recover.

Now he is fine.

People in Bocas are very surprised that such a little dog survived an encounter with a cane toad.