Pass Me the Mylanta

Arthur wasn't feeling so well yesterday, I think because we're switching his food to a different brand with a much different formula, and it's upsetting his stomach. Poor guy. It has been a gradual switch, but maybe not gradual enough. Who knew he was so sensitive?

Actually, he's never done well with treats that aren't biscuits - rawhide or any of those gnarly, meaty, animal-part treats - they definitely wreak havoc on his insides. I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say that Arthur eating a pig's ear is the intestinal equivalent of me slurping down 24 oz. of frozen lactose yogurt. It's not pretty.

And that was way too much information I just provided.

Feel better, boy.