he wants me to tell you he's fine again, no thanks to the idiot housekeeper who nearly starved him to death, because she didn't understand his telepathic transmissions of recipes for chicken smoothies.
Tonight's included a couple of tablespoons of peas. Clean plate again.
And even more significantly, tonight (for the first time in many days) I walked in the door and didn't have to clean up anything Disgusting that happened in my absence. I took both dogs out, and he walked with enthusiasm before doing a (sound of heavenly trumpets) Mostly Normal Poop!
Right now, he is telling me he needs to catch up on his daily dose of vanilla cupcake goldfish graham crackers.
He's much, much better.