Bad things aren't allowed to happen

I left work a little early yesterday because Lars called and told me that Stanley had been throwing up and having other ick-type butt issues. He wouldn't eat or drink. I immediately called the vet and made an appointment. (I don't think I will ever be able to have kids).
The vet gave him two shots and some puppy pepto and by the early evening he seemed to be doing a lot better. Lars and I gave him a bath and snuggled and pampered him for the rest of the night.
I am sickeningly and overwhelmingly in love with this dog.