How was his flight home? Wonderful. Just like his flight to California. Only with a bit more crying and more vomit. Lots and lots of vomit. We cleaned ourselves off. (Yes, that's plural. Antonio didn't just vomit on himself, but on Mommy as well. Daddy got a little, too, but not enough to compete with those two.)
Then we got home. Antonio smiled when he saw all his friends and toys in his room. He knew he was home. He also knows he has to get all bundled up in fancy sweatshirts and hats when he goes outside. That's the one thing I know he'll miss about California.
Havana was happy to see Brother. They're getting along beautifully, and Antonio has discovered how soft her hair is and how fun it is to scratch her. She doesn't mind that too much.
Yeah, she had another cone on. The girl just couldn't stop scratching herself. The vet thinks she's got allergies, so she's taking Benadryl just like a regular person. She's feeling better, and it's calming her down, too.
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