there was no jumping in the frozen air—for little bear was sick today. she came out of her room slowly and when i said let's put your sweater on she walked away. outside she stopped at the corner and stared at me. i thought she wanted to follow her friends but when we started that way she stopped and looked at me again. we went around the other way and she stopped again. she quivered slightly and drooled a little. when we turned back she stepped up the pace and went directly home. the first time since we met she didn't want to walk. at home she didn't want food but she did want treats, and she wanted to go on the porch, and down to the yard, she pooped and looked at me and headed back upstairs. the rest of the time we sat on her couch and hugged. she's usually not so touching but today she wanted to be held. when i left she stood at the door of her room and looked earnestly at me leaving. i hope the little bear is ok.