Limbo

Harvestmother stopped by to check on the puppies a couple of hours ago and found Arthur with a stomach as hard as a beer barrel. He’s at the vet now, an x-ray having shown no visible blockage, and no (deadly) gastric twist, nor do the twin symptoms of vomiting or diarrhea attend his discomfort.

I’m not beside myself yet, but perhaps I will have cause to be before the day’s out. Meanwhile I must go and teach.

Edit, 19:19 : All signs point to colic.  My boy is home and taking it easy, having been pumped full of drugs of all kinds.