When we went outside for the last time of the night, Sparky was pensive.  Not eager to pursue, but concerned and observant.  Something was out there, and he wasn’t sure what.

Sparky didn’t think it was prudent to take a dump, so we came inside.  To minimize wet footprints all over the house, I send him to his crate to wipe his feet.  Sparky wouldn’t go in his crate.  He likes his crate, taking naps in there and going in prior to every meal.  That was odd.

This morning, I was curious for Sparky to investigate the grounds.  He told me about the coyotes, so I documented his report.

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.

Sparky tolerates a bath, but he doesn’t see the point.

Just another picture of Sparky enjoying a car ride.

Sparky keeps hoping that I’ll come out of the store with a can of Pringles or a slim jim. 

Sparky takes umbrage at being told he has to cut weight.

He accused me of fat-shaming him.  I was, so that line of argument wasn’t persuasive.

He said that he was just big-boned.  I explained that his bones didn’t get bigger in a month.

He has been packing on muscle from fighting that coyote and running down rabbits.  I reminded him that he prefers baby snatching to bunny chasing.

I’m not making excuses when I say that it’s not his fault that he’s been packing it on.  Well, except for eating babies and garbage he finds in the woods.  That’s on him.  Sparky has been on doxycycline all month after our vet visit.

Sparky is averse to taking pills, so measures were taken to hide the antibiotic.  The capsule is dipped in peanut butter, then mixed in with his dog food.  A bit of gravy is dripped on the capsule blob and the rest of his dog food.  The success rate is about 95%.  Last time he was on doxy, it was about 60%.