cold turkey

Apparently all it takes is an office visit to the vet to quiet Baxter's digestive system. That always happens, doesn't it? The vet had asked that we submit a new log lotto ticket within 24 hours, but other than an early morning soft n stubby that I figured was still residual from his "mixed" diet, Baxter's bottom didn't produce a ticket of any sort yesterday. A sharp contrast from these past few days when we were graced with tickets not once but four, maybe even five times a day. How dare his bottom turn me into log lotto junkie only to shun me once I became addicted?

Tiny chumley took advantage of his frequent outings, making himself a blur as he bounded about chasing squirrels while I stood with ziploc in hand, anticipating the log that never came. Still, a memorable and happy day for our boy, who achieved a new personal best of coming to within a doxie's length of the enemy thanks to the squirrel's indecisiveness for evasive action.