Toasted Like the Fishes?

I haven't been able to sleep much the last couple of nights because my poor pathetic Chihuahua cross has been very sick. Sick to the tune of waking up to find she's had a fit of diarrhea under my bed. Yuck. I've been taking her outside every couple of hours, forcing Pedialyte down her tiny muzzle with a dropper & feeding her a special bland diet of instant mashed potatoes & chicken, though I'm sure her "bland" diet is tastier than the dry kibble she usually eats.

She seemed to be feeling better this morning, so I headed out with the pug & GPS in hand to enjoy the crisp autumn air & do a little geocaching. The walk was a little farther than I expected (& dressed for), so by the time we found the cache & got back to the car, my hands & legs were numb from the cold. My GPS says we did a little over 5K & I'm sure the dogs ran another 1K on top of that the way they were running up ahead to greet other dogs on the path, then back to me, then back to check out the joggers & so on. So much energy! Unfortunately my baby is still sick & leaving disgusting Hershey squirties all over the grass outside my place.

Now I'm a responsible dog owner & I pick up after my dogs. But what the heck am I supposed to do in this situation? Bring a sponge??? Ewww. Now that the weather is so cold, I don't see any of my neighbors out in the green space at all, even the other dog owners. But I have to wonder if I pissed somebody off because I got a message this morning. On my back patio deck there were 2 pieces of burnt toast. Is this the non-mafia equivalent of a dead fish on your doorstep? Am I about to get burned? It had me laughing & a little creeped out at the same time. If you don't hear from me, send help!