Sparky’s gut was making extraordinarily loud gurgling noises last night.   Loud enough that it was audible, 10 feet away, with my CPAP on.  When I’m asleep, Sparky has limited options to resolve an urgent intestinal issue.  He wouldn’t dream of barking or howling to wake me up.  If the situation were dire, he might make some decisions that, in the morning, I’d find appalling.  

We stayed up and talked for a while, then he went outside to eat some grass.  His situation has improved today, but we haven’t come to a consensus on the cause of the problem.

Sparky insists that since he has completed his course of antibiotics, his gut hasn’t adapted to the lack of peanut butter and gravy in his food.

I believe that Sparky should stop eating rotten garbage that he finds in the woods.