Mr. Clyde spent Friday night at the Vet's office. Wednesday night he had an episode, and ate part of the door on his crate. The wood created a potential for a blockage, so he got x-rayed, and medicated, and had barium and two enemas. The good news is that he's fine, the bad news is that I loose a nice Christmas gift piece of furniture, and the hit my bank account took was awe-inducing. But he's back to his old self, and I can't put a value on that.
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