Last night Gouda had bad gas. Bad bad bad bad bad. It was not the first time so we figured he ate something a little funky and he would get over it.
He did not. This morning he was sick in the yard.. if you know what I mean. Again, not the first time, figured it was no big deal.
But it was. It was such a very big deal. For about 5 seconds I thought about staying home in case it got worse, but I figured it didn’t seem too bad this morning so I’m sure he would be fine.
He was not fine. Cleanup took about 30 minutes and involved Gouda getting a bath, the carpet in front of his crate getting steam cleaned, his crate getting scrubbed with soft scrub and bleach, and several loads of laundry have been started.
Poor pitiful puppy!
He has had to go 3 more times since we got home and I feel pretty awful. I should have listened to that little voice that said he was sick! I had him skip breakfast hoping that would help, but apparently it did not help enough. He will also be skipping dinner and tomorrow he’ll start the bland diet. I’m working from home tomorrow to keep an eye on him and if he doesn’t get better we may be taking (yet another) trip to the vet. God bless pet insurance.