Thank you, thank you; I should have been able to work that out for myself, you know, but when the pugler is sick my reasoning flies out the window. I have to remind myself that several deep breaths and a clear mind are more useful than OMG HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP. He goes to the vet this week for his physical this week so I will ask about getting him some Tramadol for breakthrough pain.
Curiously enough I heard from several friends of mine who said that their dogs (and in one case a cat) had all had various health crises late Fri or early Sat, and we concluded that it must have been the abrupt shift in barometric pressure. I woke up feeling rotten about the same time that Hogarth did, so there might be something in it.
He was feeling much better by the time I got home from work, and we had a much better night last night
