Roscoe won't eat.
They don't know what's wrong exactly, not a blockage (but something that shouldn't be there most likely is).
He may have gotten hold of a plastic bag which once held something delicious.
Now, not so much.
Vince and I got him to eat a few treats, and he nibbled on rice and hamburger Sunday. When Phil pointed to the dog dish with a stockinged toe, he nibbled some more.
Karen called yesterday and said the boy, as sick and anorexic (a legitimate pet illness meaning loss of appetite) as he is, managed to sniff out and eat an errant cookie crumb. And he's not the world's best sniffer.
spoon fed baby food
back to this real soon.
Special thanks to Phantom Kitty for use of her Kensi photo.