Louis had one of his few times a year worming treatments the other day and I was woken up by some whimpering early yesterday (Saturday) morning; this usually indicates a dodgy belly.
I got up and let him out and off he rushed to eat some grass. I took him for his walk early (Sue got an (un)deserved lie in as a result!) and he spent most of the way down to the valley chomping grass. He wasn’t even interested in his breakfast sausages.
By the time we got back to the top of the valley Louis was ready to hurl and he deposited four neat piles of steaming grass.
He spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for himself. The good news is that he seems to be back to full pester-capability today.