Outside of some digestive issues he’s super. One thing was kind of sad. Last night Liz and I wandered in to the kitchen where Buck’s pen is and discovered him sitting remorsefully on his newspapers with two puddles of vomit. He looked so sad and so sorry.

Poor kid!

I took him outside where his butt made some suprising noises and that’s all I will say about his rear-end.

When we came back in Liz was just finishing cleaning up. He curled up on his papers and went to sleep and seemed somewhat more at ease. Still we felt bad for him. So I gave him my t-shirt again. It may just be my imagination but I think it really does comfort him. Plus I’m sure he enjoys sleeping on it more than on the newspaper.

He was happy and boucy this morning. He was playfully nipping at Peterman and chasing him around the yard … JUST like a puppy should! So I think he’s better. I know what cured him too.

It was my t-shirt.

Yup.

I have that effect on a lot of people.

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