Red Hurts

I leave dry food out for the dogs all the time, so last night, when I came home and immediately conked out on top of my bed, with an old army surplus blanket on top of me, Achilles must have had his fill of dinner and water. Because three hours later, when I did wake up to see about things, he didn't have enough room for a wonderful chicken dinner. It was a really good chicken dinner, too! I saw him vomit the whole thing up, then eat the vomit pile, four times in a row! He ate the same chicken dinner, (in various stages of preparation) five complete times in twenty minutes, eventually propping himself up like a stuffed owl.


Trends and Everyday Events in

the Early Twenty-First Century

|

Richard Ames Hart

Monday 22 September 2003