The beast came home last night-and threw up twice later on, including one deposit into the pocket of my overnight bag that I crazily left on the floor. I called the vet’s today and we’ve decided to keep her on call over the weekend and cross our fingers that he will be better. So far, no sick, but his food is fueling frat-boy grade gases that are permeating my furniture. He smells like a porta-potty at a meat festival.
I woke up this morning to his customary head-bonking and I had a big smile on my face. Tonight I’m watching him like a hawk. Please don’t puke. Please don’t puke…
Very sorry to hear about J-L’s troubles. Hope he pulls through.
Thanks, Cathy
I’ll give another update soon. He’s still not straightened out though. Poor guy.