Our poor, dear dog has diarrhea. It’s probably our fault. The last time he was at the vet’s they suggested that he could lose a few pounds, so we promptly went out and bought him some new treats: yummy, cheesy low-cal treats.
Within a few days he was notably gassy. Really, really oh-my-god-who-let-the-skunk-in-here gassy. So, we switched him off. Apparently, it takes a little longer than that for cheese snacks to run rampant through, and subsequently clear, a canine system. He has now had 2 nights of the trots. Not days. No, that would be too easy. He’s been up all night for the past two nights, fussing to repeatedly go outside. Perhaps having taken his cue from Mr.Q, we seem to have a lactose intolerant dog.
And now, every time he farts, he starts up and runs around, horrified, if not terrified, of the noises emanating from his rear end – which is why I’m up and posting at 6:30am. Mr.Q has taken the dog outside twice and was boycotting any further involvement, but some gastro-intestinal tracts aren’t so easily satisfied. Still letting them rip, he refused to stay put. And, in fear of the thought of cleaning up runny dog crap, I got up with him.
Turns out he was just hungry [I guess a night of gas pains will do that to you] and, now that he’s eaten, no longer gassy.
Is anything good on tv at this hour?