So I left Friday to spend the weekend at my cousins house, and that night my sis calls me asking what's wrong with Minnie, our girl dog, because she's not eating. She seemed fine when I left so I figured she was having one of her I'll eat when I feel like it moods. Happens all the time. But over the weekend she sarted getting worse, throwing up and not being her energetic self. When I came home Monday morning I couldn't believe it! She looked half dead! Skin and bones, shaking, poop and throw up everywhere and the smell! Oh man, it just smelled like death and disease. So I called off work, which I never do, to take her and one of her pups, who was looking sick too, to the vet. Long story short she had gotten Parvo.. Highly contagious, potentially deadly and no cure. I had to quaretine them from the other dogs, who luckily were fine, clean the whole house with bleach and water, and basicly just hope my dogs survive. So I've been worried and watching over my very sick dogs whenever I'm not at work, and my damn bank just has to piss me off! I hadn't used..