We still don't know precisely what set his stomach into revolt, but the vet told Mom last night that he was up and about, and when Clyde went out for his afternoon walk, he had plenty of fluids to send a flash flood downhill from the small animal hospital.
This morning, I heard the clickety-click of toenails on the hardwood floor, and I knew Mom had retrieved her Retriever.
He's in fine spirit, today,
ready to race the wind
Look for more happy dogs (and cats, and other lively critters) every week at Modulator's Friday Ark.