~ for best portrayal of a dying dog in "Missing Daddy" ~
That's right. That smiling dog above deserves an Academy Award. Or a spanking. I stayed up most of Saturday night monitoring and nursing this little actress back to health. She was so near death that I put out an SOS on Facebook, even. Midnight was so ill on Saturday ... shaking, whimpering and barely able to walk that I carried her out to tinkle, I hand fed her, I hand watered her... and generally tried to take care of a dog that had gone downhill in a very short amount of time. Midnight could not even lift her head up without crying.
A friend simply said, "Maybe she needs to see Rick." And I decided to take her to see Rick one last time. I hated to drag her out but I was considering "putting her down" and thought Rick should see her one last time.
The little twerp was a brand new dog. Immediately.
I'm hating Midnight now. But I hate anyone who can act better than I can.